Stephen Green explains what it is like covering the DNC.
To give you an idea, gentle reader, what a political convention is like, I've had a total of seven hours sleep in the last two nights, I've walked about ten miles, acquired a VERY nice tan, attended I don't know how many protests, filed two video reports, taken several hundred pictures, ridden four trains, driven about 300 miles, and consumed Alex Jones's weight in vodka. And now I'm stuck on a sofa waiting for a woman I can't stand to say uninteresting things about a party I won't vote for this year. THAT'S what it's like covering a convention.
If you got 'em smoke 'em or drink 'em as the case may be. It numbs the pain.
