Shoulder to Shoulder into the Fray.

8:57 p.m.: I KNOW. I KNOW. It is NaBloPoMo, so I am contractually required to post, but my GOD, people, I can concentrate on nothing but CNN, so a half-hearted live-blog is all you’ll get. Also, it turns out that the only alcohol I had in the house was about two ounces of goddamn brandy. This is not sufficient, let me tell you. I’m off to recheck the cabinets, but I’ll be back.

9:03 p.m.: Found a tiiiiny bit of tequila. And ice cream.

9:10 p.m.: Carville’s voice is bizarrely soothing.

9:19 p.m.: I am flipping between channels like a crazy person. Contrast between Grant Park and McCain rally is much like that between Blake Lively and myself.

9:46 p.m.: I was unable to do a stitch of work today. While I was on bedrest, the primaries were in full swing, and we watched CNN for hours a day. The night my water broke in the hospital, I left CNN on all night while I tried to sleep—I needed something to concentrate on besides how terrified I was. The hospital had only a few channels, and I watched primary coverage every morning while the nurses tried to keep Simone on the monitors. Now, here we are. It feels like the culmination of something.

9:50 p.m.: Anderson Cooper looks just like one of my cats. Hand to god.

9:54 p.m.: Polls about to close in the West. My heart is rattling around madly.

10:00 p.m.: WHEEEEE!!!!!

10:02 p.m.: We have a new president, and I could just kiss you all.

10:31 p.m.: I have been trying to wrap this up in some way, but words fail. I like voting as much as the next girl, but this is the first election that has ever made me cry, and now I am soggy, intermittently weeping, and proud, so proud. The whole world seems new. I would be waving a little flag, if I had one.