She's a rich girl, she don't try to hide it

Yeah I'm up at 3:30 am. But it's not like usual. I just got up. I ate a huge dinner, like I really stuffed my face. I hadn't eaten all day, so I just let my stomach have it, whether it wanted it or not. I finished everything, I was so proud of myself. Then I went back and watched The Simpsons at 6. I think sometime during the closing credits I just passed out because of the all nighter last night. I must have been like that for like 2 hours until I heard Marty's annoying ass frat boy talk on the phone with "one of his buddies" or maybe it was "some bitch." For some reason I got so pissed at Marty for waking me up with his banter. So then I went to my room and just commenced sleep on my bed.

I had two awesome dreams. I remember both of them. One is insignificant, but in the other one, I'm awesome. I was with a bunch of rugby dudes at a party. And these fights were breaking out between these testosterone non-rugby guys. Instead of sit back and watch, I broke the fights up. I kicked some kid out of the party for being crazy. Then I jumped on this one dude that tried to attack Nick, I think it was Nick. I was awesome. Too bad in real life I just would have watched the fights and laughed my ass off.

I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep again. I sleeped myself out. I may take some cough syrup to knock me out, but I don't want to oversleep, cause I gotta write some shit for my bitch ass class. Oh shit, there's practice tomorrow too. I got a headache.

He walked the length of his days under african skies.

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Professor Adamson assigned us this riddle:

A man gets an unsigned letter telling him to go to the local graveyard at
midnight. He does not generally pay attention to such things, but complies
out of curiosity. It is a deathly still night lighted by a thin crescent
moon. The man stations himself in front of his family's ancestral crypt.
The man is about to leave when he hears scraping footsteps. He yells out,
but no one answers. The next morning, the caretaker finds the man dead in
front of the crypt, a hideous grin on his face.

The question: Did the man vote for Teddy Roosevelt in the 1904 U.S.
presidential election?

As bizarre as it sounds, this can be solved. Perhaps you could start by
listing everything you know, no matter how unimportant it seems.

I have no clue where to start. Nothing in the riddle even pertains to voting for anyone. It doesn't even say whether the man was alive in 1904. Maybe Feldman can figure it out. He's one of the smartest guys I know.