Amidst the confusion, and despair, and disbelief, it was suggested to me by a very close friend of mine (I won't say her name to protect her identity) (Ann. It was Ann) that perhaps a few people would enjoy hearing my thoughts on this election. So I sat down at my computer, cleared my head, and opened a document.
Then I started crying. So I had some hot chocolate, and my close friend (Ann) rubbed my back for a while, and I got myself together, and sat down. And started crying. Then more Ann comforting me, and more hot chocolate, and back and forth like that for about six hours or so, the chain of hot chocolate and back rubs only interrupted briefly when I had to run to the store for more hot chocolate packets ("Just give me all of them, all the boxes," I remember saying, through tears, to a very scared stockroom boy), and now I am ready to go. […]