I'm ready to concede. Concede that there's no possible way to kill a Clinton. Whether it's a sex scandal, correct mathematics or a garlic-coated, silver-tipped stake through the heart. Last night I said:

"It’s been a long campaign, and I will be making no decisions tonight."

Of course that statement did not include the decision to make no decisions. But if we dwell on technicalities like that, no one would have gotten through 20 minutes of Donnie Darko.

I really wish I had specified that the no decisions was just about dropping out of the race.

• When we played Tina Turner's "Simply the Best" I wasn't able to decide if I should go with my conservative clap in place move or the more provocative bump and grind shimmy. The result was an awkward middle ground - clap and grind.
• We went out for a bite, Howard Wolfson suggested this place called Taco Mayhem and I didn't say anything even though I had Mexican the night before.
• Bill took advantage. It was like he found a genie. Had any of you guys ever heard of the barnyard blitz? Yeah me neither. I think he made it up.

I'm sorry, but when you break down the math, it just doesn't make sense for me to drop out yet. If you factor in how many delegates shy I am of reaching the threshold (198), add the other half of Michigan and Florida's delegates that I plan to appeal, then multiply that by the inverse of 1 over BARACK IS BLACK, you get 18.

And 18 million is exactly the amount of Americans who voted for me. I don't think it's a stretch to say that's statistically significant.