You can look nuts while doing it; just DO it.

Early this morning, I dragged myself out of bed.

It was still dark, and it was freezing -- FREEZING -- in my house.

I didn't even take off my pajamas.

I threw on some cargo pants over my super-sexy flannel PJ pants, and a long-sleeved T-shirt over my thrift-store nightshirt.

I stuck my feet into some hideous, blue-and-green-striped socks and then the clunky brown clogs I wear to weed my flowerbeds.

I pulled a University of Virginia knit hat over my sleep-disheveled hair, and topped it all off with a big, puffy coat with the hood pulled up.

I basically looked homeless. Or crazy. Or like I live in the movie 8 Mile.

But when I got to the county building, they didn't even blink. They just let me vote.

Did you vote? No? Go! Do it! I have now proven that no one even cares if you look like a crazy, homeless white rapper while doing it.

(But you should at least brush your teeth. I mean, that's just common courtesy.)

It's totally easy. No excuses. Now, shoo!