On Cheney, I can't wish the kind of pulled back muscle that puts you in a wheelchair on anyone, but I just want him wheeled out of town and may I never see his sneer again.

I can. I also like to think that it wasn't moving boxes as they're saying, but the result of him being bodily dragged kicking and screaming from the VP's res.

Kick ass, Cashmere. Just enjoy knowing what a miserable day he is having today while the rest of the world rejoices.

Hey Allyson! I like the change. You look all familiar.

We plugged in the tv at the office, but I am trying to get out of here and home to big tv.

Oh, my god, it's still dark outside, and I'm in a teleconference. And not even sure that the twenty other people know I'm here.

Okay, I had to check in, so at least they know I'm up at 6 freaking 30.

Happy Obama Day everyone!

I came into work and turned on CNN.

I can't believe the crowds either - -wow!

Happy US Presidential Inauguration Day! I'm watching things on MSNBC. Someone just said, "There's less fear now." Well, sure. Darth Cheney will never officially be president, now. I feel better about the world already.

Toast and coffee: Michelle Obama brought Laura Bush a present. How classy! (Especially considering the whole Blair House nonsense.)

Ah, Peaceful Regime Change Day, how I have longed for you... welcome.

Oh, Cash, that's a crap thing to happen, and I hope you can shake it off and reclaim your happy soon.

I turned the TV on just in time to see them entering the White House. Yeah, so, going to be a happy, weeping mess today.

Oh man, the choir is giving me flashbacks to elementary school! We sang that EXACT arrangement of "That's When We'll Be Free" (and I had gone on to middle school, but my sister sang in that choir at the Clinton inaugural).

I decided not to go down to the Mall. It's just way too crowded, and I know that I won't be able to see anything anyway.