I’ve come to a realization. Curling into a fetal position and sobbing in a corner will affect no change. Bush is our president for the next four years, and barring a miracle, nothing is going to change that. Living in a state of post-traumatic stress disorder certainly won’t. Our civil rights, individual freedoms, women’s rights, environmental protections, and more are going to be threatened, and America and the world need us to be strong. I will go to sleep tonight, I will rest, and I will wake up ready to fight again. The DNC is going to have to completely reinvent itself, and we only have 3 years and 364 days to do it.

Obama in ’08!

Ko put it best in her “Baby’s First Political Heartbreak” speech to me last night:

What we have to do now is fight. Like what Joss Whedon said about the end of Angel: You have to keep fighting. Except we have half of the country on our side already, whereas on Angel they were four against fifty thousand. Whenever life gets you down, remember: Spike and Angel had it worse!

I have the best roommate ever.

And after all, if we let our mass depression affect our daily lives and we lose the will to fight back, then the Republicans have won [Note: was that phrasing obvious enough?]. I’ll make some snarky LJ icons, put mean photo captions on pictures of Bush supporters in today’s “Daily Pennsylvanian” and put them on the wall, and keep wearing my anti-Bush buttons proudly on my purse. While things certainly aren’t going to be great, they can still be okay.

Also, I found out that the prize for the Undergraduate Exhibition was $200, plus any commissions if my images sell. Add that to my salary from yesterday and I’ve made $295 in two days. Not too shabby!

At the risk of coming off as cheesy or trite, “Let’s go to work.”