In certain really significant ways today has been a terrible day. I nearly cried in art class this morning when I presented a project that I'd done based on my feelings about the end of Solarpunk Press. And tonight, it's really seriously looking like Donald Trump could be the next president of the United States.
I'm pretty drunk right now, because I genuinely thought that tonight was going to be a "Drink with friends and watch us elect the first woman president of the US" night. But it's not. It's a horrifying, stomach-sinking drift toward electing a literal fascist.