Undeniably, Barack Obama's win on Tuesday evening represented what may be a major, game changing shift in American politics. I cried during McCain's speech, I cried during Obama's speech (a lot, especially when he talked about buying his daughters a dog). I almost just cried a little when I heard the Eastern European cleaning lady in my office say something that sounded like "Obama," but could have been nearly anything else because I wasn't really listening.

So I pondered whether Wednesday would feel like the first day of the rest of forever. And for a while it sort of did. I smiled at people on the subway with Obama stickers/t-shirts/hats/pins, and I never smile at people on the subway (a co-worker joined me on the A this morning and after waving I ignored him for the rest trip because the subway is special alone iPod time). The NYTimes was extraordinarily hard to get (I had to settle for the Philadelphia Inquirer, which is still better than the Bellingham Herald), and the newspaper business is otherwise basically ceasing to exist, so that has to be a big deal.

But then some things were the same, like all the people who are sometimes mean to me at work were mean all together and I was really tired because I've been having Restless Leg Syndrome (seriously? seriously.) and it makes it hard to sleep and then I had a headache for no reason at all.

All in all, what it probably means is that Barack Obama does not cure Restless Leg Syndrome.