Obama won. Thank god.
I hope my father's theories about the world will never come to pass.

And now, as the real work begins for the country, I selfishly turn inward again and think to myself, "What am I going to do now?"
And the only answer is a dripping faucet, a ticking clock, a running kitten. Things that say, "The world goes on without you if you stand still."
Fuck.