There's got to be a morning after

Good morning, everybody. And isn't it a hopeful morning? No jokes here today. Instead I just wanted to point out how overjoyed I am with the results of the presidential election last night. And it was the first time in my life that I voted for the winner. That feels weird. But good weird. Anyway, awesomeness.

But it looks to be a bit bittersweet for me, as the final numbers come in for Proposition 8 in California. It's so very, bitterly, ulcer-inducingly close. Within 400,000 votes right now. I'm trying to stay hopeful, since that's what Barack would do. But I noticed one thing: Los Angeles County, where I will be residing starting tomorrow, voted narrowly (20,000 votes) to approve of Proposition 8. What the fuck? That's some welcome.

Well, either we'll come out winners by the skin of our teeth, or I won't have to put up with those "So, you gettin' hitched?" questions. So there's a bright side to everything.