November 5, 12:30 a.m.
The person I voted for for President of the United States was declared the victor.
There’s a heady sense of excitement that I can’t enitrely attribute to the Blue Moon or the celebration.
All I know is, I feel a part of history for the first time ever. Republican or Democrat, Liberal or Conservative, young or old, isn’t it a nearly unbearable feeling? To feel like your name is going to go down in the world’s unwritten history as the person who lived, breathed, and voted on November 4, 2008?
