I will obviously, like all other people with blogs in the known universe, yap at great length about Obama's decisive victory tonight, but for now, I think the words of that great American poet, Mr. Trey Parker:

I'm in my tiny apartment in Vienna in the middle of the fucking night, all alone, but I have talked on the phone with my family and my boyfriend back in the states and we have all celebrated together in that way. Tomorrow I will show up understandably unprepared to a meeting at work, and bring Sekt for all!