“Hey, winning Virginia! She COULD win Michigan!” Thanks for trying to cheer me up.
We watched Always Sunny back at the apartment. Someone said something about how maybe we shouldn’t, because it was Pennsylvania that was fucking everything up. I hadn’t even known she had lost Pennsylvania.
One roommate’s friend came in with an armful of Ben and Jerry’s pints, like 4-5 of them. I admire that he went to the store, saw ice cream out of the corner of his eye, and grabbed as many as would make him feel good, no matter how superficially.
I checked the news in the morning to see if it was true. I saw the purple lapels. I hit the Toro. I went back to bed and told the other person there that she had conceded. It happened.
I couldn’t believe she wrote a book. Nobody cares, Hillary. That’s what none of them get. At this point we all know it’s only ever been about you. For you. “What happened.” We were there, for Christ’s sake.
I called all my dearest friends to let them know I loved them, and reconnected with family long gone but not lost.
God, what a night that was. Never again.