I feel like the kid who’s been smacked too many times by his mean dad to believe that he’s finally getting a piece of candy just for being good. Is this really happening? Is an intelligent, sohisticated, compassionate, BLACK man actually going to be elected president tomorrow? I keep drinking coffee and pinching myself. Maybe I slipped into a coma induced by the eighth year of the surreality of the Bush administration…but no, I keep looking, and rubbing my eyes, and it’s still there. Why are so many of us still worried the candy’s going to be snatched back from us? Why do I feel like tomorrow is going to be the longest 24 hours of my life?