Voting was actually anticlimactic.
I armed myself well: an MP3 player and a book to help make the wait more pleasant. Multiple forms of ID, plus bills addressed to me at my current address (since the State of Florida still hasn't sent me my new license with the proper address on it). Title IX, Chapter 104 of the 2004 Florida Statutes, just in case someone tried to interfere with my right to vote (a felony in the third degree).
No lines. No would-be troublemakers from either party. The poll worker waved away my driver's license, saying she only needed my voter registration card. It was even a paper Scantron ballot, laying to rest my apprehension about the lack of a paper trail.
The only tough thing was forcing myself fill in the bubble next to the name of a candidate I absolutely despise. But I wasn't voting for him. I was voting against his opponent.