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[katallison]

I have just, with some lingering residual anxiety about counting the unhatched poultry, opened the bottle of champagne I've been saving up in the fridge, poured a glass, pivoted slowly around my study raising a toast to the four quadrants of this terrestrial sphere, and proceeded on my mission of getting joyously shitfaced. Which is oh, so very much pleasanter than the getting wretchedly shitfaced that was happening four years ago. (And eight years ago. And in 1988. And oh god, 1984, and 1980. And 1972, the first election I ever voted in. And 1968, the election where I first seriously got involved with politics.)(Though I wasn't getting any kind of shitfaced then, being as how I was fifteen years old.)

A huge amount of verbiage, much of it eloquent and moving, has been generated about this election, and I don't really have much to add to it. Just ... I really thought, after '04 and in the bleak years following, that something in our civic life was fundamentally, irrevocably, unfixably, broken. And now I don't feel that way so much. Which is good.

Big love to everyone who's posted their hopefulness here, and their anxiety, and their optimism, and their panic, everyone who volunteered, or donated, or just got out and voted. I am alone right now in my apartment, me and my bottle of champagne and my TV on mute (because OMG I cannot STAND the pundit-blather at the moment) and my seventeen tabs open in my browser. But I can feel everyone's happiness humming along on the ether-waves, and I send my little vibe to join the chorus.

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[katallison.livejournal.com]

Yay! Raising a glass right along with you!

(oh my GOD am I going to suffer tomorrow, in the physical/hangover sense, and yet it shall be so WORTH IT.)