8 p.m. [Cracks beer] Oh shit, Mitt Romney is making a bit of sense. But Obama is making more sense.
8:20 p.m. [Opens Twitter] [Clever tweet]
8:30 p.m. [Reads Rob Delaney tweet and considers RT-ing. Decides everyone’s feeds are too clogged.]
8:45 p.m. [Looks up at TV for a second. Notes body language of debaters. Writes tweet about it.]
8:46 p.m. Time for another drink … a darker brew this time?
8:50 p.m. [ Tweets random thing, the beer starts talking] Oh shit!
8:55 p.m. [Starts counting favs on tweet] [Tweets random thing about beer.] [Feels bad for tweeting something not related to debate.]
9 p.m. [ Switches to vodka.] [Tweets more random stuff now. Reads RT’s]
9:10 p.m. [Tequila shot] Romney is such a martian/ dillhole … he looks like he’s from Pleasantville …
9:25 p.m. [Lifts face away from Internet for last five minutes] I was right. Obama won!
9:40 p.m. [ Eats pizza]
8:00 a.m. next day [Reads a bunch of other blog posts to figure out what happened and what the day’s contrarian opinions are. writes own post.]
Note: this is semi-autobiographical except for the drinking part. also the writing about it part. the pizza part, still undecided.