I know I should be thinking about Barack's election realistically - he isn't our savior and we have so far to go - but let me just be the silly 24 year old that I am and celebrate in irrepressible glee for a few days (might I say gloat?), and then we can get down to the business at hand.
work, work and, oh, work... cooking, writing, crafting. walking anywhere that there are sidewalks in this city, and some places that don't. Restless movement. Wobbly bike riding. Daydreaming and developing hopeless crushes on nearly everyone I meet.
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