And so, here we are. Tomorrow, millions of Victorians will get up, locate their nearest polling booth, and vote. We will collect (or reject) How to Vote cards from the major parties and whatever random sprinkling of minor parties come our way; we will investigate the cake stall and secretly regret that we are too old and too heavy for the jumping castle; we will complain about the length of the lines and the ridiculous size of the ballot paper; and on the way out, we will probably succumb to the lure of the Democracy Sausage, or at least the veggie sausage or the egg and bacon roll. (And woe betide the rebel who puts the onion on top of his sausage!)
And then we will go home, secure in the knowledge that we have voted and that our vote will be counted.
Here are three things I want you to remember tomorrow.