I'm not a moron

I had to travel 30 minutes to vote in Williamsburg instead of where I live, in Clinton Hill, for filling out my own address incorrectly. Apparently having had a mental relapse when filling out the registration form I seemed to have put down Grand Street instead of Grand Avenue-- thereby placing my residence in a parking lot in Williamsburg. Hey, hobos can vote too.

Although I had already conceded to this bit of idiocy I figured I'd check the voter registration PDF I mailed in. You know, for shits and giggles. Turns out, I am not an idiot. (I know, it was news to us all)

It was right all along:


And, I am not a moron.