I'm still awake, and I can't imagine getting much sleep after last night's bloodbath.
The party was okay, there were too many people there at first, and by the time the crowd thinned out, it was rather boring. There was a champagne toast scheduled at 5am, but it never came to be, and we were kicked out of the bar at 5.30. I came home with hushed pessimism and turned the TV on as soon as I walked in. Shortly thereafter, Alex woke up and began his day.
He is sitting on the floor now, staring at CNN. He has no idea what's happening.
He's the lucky one.