The supervisory contingent of my workplace, by and large, is very much against Bush.
I declared my intent to either go home and celebrate, or go home and get very, very drunk.
The election's hanging fire in Ohio, so the celebration and/or pity party must perforce be put on hold. That doesn't stop me from self-medicating with fanfic of dubious content, however.
I couldn't even write when I got home, that's how stressed-out this is making me. I do not think that Bush is good for this country or this world. I do not think the man is sane or stable. Like 'Song said, this is time to get the madman away from the big red shiny button.