I'll happily enjoy a bong hit with you Man in Black. At this point, a lobotomy would help, as well. Despite this magnificent success and a most happy day (except for Question 8 in California) for Obamamites like myself and Linda, I'm in a terrible, suicidal depression. A perfect example of how it's all in the mind, this mental illness stuff.
Most of the morning found me on the virge of tears, as did the afternoon. For much of the day, I've been drugged with lorazepam, Effexor and propranolol. It's difficult to explain, but I'm ensconsced in guilt, self-loathing and physical weakness. I'll not give into suicidal ideation, but I find it withering. A constant barrage of thoughts and feelings that almost seemed designed to reduce me to quivering jelly.
Irritability travels with it, as it would with anyone in emotional survival mode.
I'd like to say Congratulations to everyone. It is truly a magnificent victory.