gunpowder treason and plot

I went to bed at about 3.30am, wailing about how I couldn't cope with the tension and "I'VE SOBERED UP AND I CAN'T SEE A WORLD WHERE MCCAIN AND PALIN ARE IN THE WHITE HOUSE SOBER!" and also I had to be in work in far too few hours.

I woke up to the news that Obama was president and my boss phoning me to make me come into work several hours earlier than I was meant to be. So, you know, mixed bag. Good on you for voting slightly more sanely this year, America, bad on you boss for waking me up at bloody half eight in the bloody morning. (I told her to go away and that I would come in at the tie we had arranged just that previous day. Argh.)

In other news, Britain is celebrating the night were it's totally okay to legit to burn stuff in the name of the first major intelligence coup against terrorists. I have 30p sparklers. Hurrah! I'm off to have potato wedges and leftover chili before I burn stuff, though.

SO TIRED.