good morning mr president

2009-01-20 8:25 p.m.

I won't voluntarily wake up before 11 am (any earlier is ungodly) unless it is for one of three things: promising brekkers (java city or no deal), church, or Barack Obama. I actually managed to set my alarm last night for 8.30 am, despite being in a hazy drunken state.

We mildly celebrated the departure of Bush at long last. I had every kind of liquor and lots of it. It was just a handful of us sitting around, watching the Disney channel junk that Christine forced upon us. It wasn't even 10 pm when we heard the doorbell ring. Usually people knock or walk right into our apartment, because we're so open. Ariel bellowed at whoever was at the door, shouting, "Come in, goddamn it!" A policeman pushed open the door himself, and frowned, "I could if you wanted me to. What are we celebrating here?" We were all thoroughly confused because there were really only five people here, and we were just watching television! He saw one bottle of champagne on the dining table and gave me the evil eye while he was talking to me.

I feel awful to admit that I'm one of those people who feels compelled to support Barack Obama because it is historical. But as I watched the inauguration celebrations today, I couldn't help but watch Hillary Clinton sitting in the crowd, wistfully. I wanted it to be her. I'll support President Obama- and I don't want to say begrudgingly. He really does bespeak hope, and has a way of oddly reviving some dusty American spirit I didn't know I had. Even if his speech today wasn't really uplifting- ominous, actually. But, oh Hillary.

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