I’m not really much of a drinker, but like many folks, I’ve been sipping on a gang of Obama Kool-Aid, for months now. I’m officially kind of drunk, yet I can’t seem to put down my glass or stop grinning from ear-to-ear.
It’s been almost a week since he was elected and I swear, I still can’t believe it, but it’s real. It’s real. When I watched him speak at his first press conference on Friday morning, I just beamed at the screen like, “He looks so…Presidential!”
I watched Will Smith on Thursday’s Oprah and when she asked how he felt about Barack’s appointment, he said, simply, “There are no more excuses.” I mean, really. This man climbed out of the trenches and worked and worked and worked his way to the top spot. Whenever I see him, I’m reminded that as much as the swerve is important, it’s the sweat that keeps you in the game for the long haul.
I’m in on Saturday night and much to my surprise, I’m not tripping. Life is funny. I remember when I would go crazy if I stayed in the house for too long, especially on the weekend. Now, I’m content to finish up my expenses while watching this Tribe Called Quest/Q-Tip marathon on VH1 Soul. I forgot how fly Tip was, is. He makes me appreciate Queens just a little bit more.
To be honest, my brain is a tad bit tired right about now. I have a new rule – I will write (for work and fun) for six days and then, rest on the seventh. And since it’s after midnight, I’m technically cutting into my one vacation day.
So, on that note, I’m out.
Happy Sunday.