This morning as I walked towards my neighborhood polling place and saw the line snaking half-way up the block, I burst into tears. Not out of frustration that the line was so long that I'd have to wait until after work to cast my vote, but because the line was so long. I've voted in every election since I turned 18, and I have never, ever had to wait in line more than 15 minutes to do it. And while San Francisco isn't exactly apathetic when it comes to politics, it still gave me hope that these predictions of record turn-outs will prove true all across the country. I burst into tears because for the first time in 20 years I have genuine hope and excitement about the result of a presidential election. And I also bust into tears because it has been a long and frustrating presidential campaign, and I have been doing my best to keep my shit together and not freak out for most of it, and I finally just cracked.
But I will try my best to keep it together for the rest of the day and night.
I hope so, Barry. I really do.