Last night we went to a huge political rally - the last one before the election. Stephen Harper spoke (very well, I might add), and people clapped and cheered. I was surprised by the number of people my age that were there, and just as passionate as I was.

Tonight is election night. I'm excited, but at the same time I just want to go to bed and find out what happens in the morning. This campaign has torn me in two: one part of me wants to be loud and passionate and dedicated, and the other part wants dad not to be known and hide off in the corner where politics don't matter. I think I've been somewhere in the middle.

I don't like my friends, coworkers, and acquaintances reading bad things about my father. It bothers me that thousands of people make judgments on him without knowing anything (any truth, at least) about him. But I do my best not to care. And I more or less succeed.

So yes. I may be going to sleep the daughter of an MP tonight. Results will come soon.