I knew I said I'd be blogging 'til 8:30, but I'm kind of overcome right now.
My wife is crying, my dog is getting a belly rub, and I feel like I'm treading against the warm undertow of our bad history flowing away, turning to vapor as we move forward. Bluuuugh! There's something in the air, and no matter what I do, my fingers can only type airy platitudes. Sorry guys.
Please imagine a fart sound in your minds, to counteract my pretentious, happy horseshit. But we're hip-deep in history right now. Go, enjoy it.
All of you. Blue and red.
Four good years. And many more, I think.
Tags: Liveblog, Patton Oswalt