Surely it's going to change. Surely Bush will be called the winner at any moment. I write a story presuming that Bush wins. I send it to my San Francisco editors, since the D.C. editors have gone to bed. I find it impossible to believe that this thing isn't going to resolve itself tonight.
Reporters are in denial.
We've given up our lives for more than a year, with this day in sight. I look around the tent. Even the Associated Press ironmen and -women have gone to bed. Finally, at about 5 a.m., I give up and decide to call it a night. There are no cabs.