But happy. Very happy. There's so much going through my tired and feeble mind, it can't keep up. This may be one of those days where I break open the emergency caffeine cache and drink three cups extra just to stay awake.
And while I'm clearly too old to stay up to 1 am, I still feel like I'm part of the youth of this country. That's right, I'm 32 years young.
I voted. After arriving semi-early (7 am), I got to wait in line. And wait. Nearly 45 minutes later, I finally got inside before it started to rain. I then waited some more, checked in, and stood in line yet again for the electronic voting machine. Since I started voting 4 years ago, there has never been a line for this machine. In fact, 4 years ago, I was the first person to use it. Yesterday I stood behind 3 people.
While waiting in line, I heard the woman in front of me say "for the first time I'm voting for the other party." If she was talking about local elections or Presidential, it didn't really matter. My precinct and county was heavy on the Republican side of the ticket.
An hour after arriving (compared to 5 minutes 4 years ago), I finally headed back home. After continually checking Google electoral maps, I discovered I was more excited than I thought about the election. Imagine, me enjoying an election while I hate politics.
Last night, I was up late watching the coverage. Mostly on NBC, but later I switched to CNN. If I had been thinking about it, I would have switched to Fox (or Faux as I call it) News to revel in the glory just a little more. I'm sure they're still coming to terms with a black man being President.
I watched McCain's speech and was flabbergasted at the people booing. Seriously? Booing? Do you really think Obama will make all you white, rich, Arizona republicans sit in the back of the bus and drink from different water fountains? How very non-Christian of you.
I then watched Obama's speech and, while I didn't hear much substance (not that I expected much), I did have that feeling of hope. And after talking to my Mom this week, that's the best way I can describe how Obama makes me feel. I think if I had lived through the 1960s with JFK, I would have felt the same.
I'm recovering. It'll be a long day, but I'll make it.
And while I feel proud that America has turned the racial corner and may be able to leave our spotty past behind us, I'm most proud of the fact that I'm not gloating and rubbing in the victory. It's taking a lot of effort to not stop at every McCain sign on my road and do a little victory dance on it.
And with that, I bid you a good day. May we all have an O Face for the next four years (how's that for a double entendre).