i'm freaked out, wondering how it is that we're all making plans for day to day life when tomorrow might be one of the most historic days of, well, uh, the last two hundred years?!
part of me thinks it'll all be over by the time i go to sleep tomorrow night (if i can sleep!), and another part of me is worried that it'll be going on for days, something ugly, something horrible.
i haven't even let myself think about what it'll be like to have a president who's not a wasp. i'd rather worry.