Why does everything smell like febreeze EVERYWHERE? I know my nation has lost its mind, because it broke its body (people) and had a meanass soul to begin with. Mind-Body-Soul. You can take a hit to only one at a time - any more than that and you're ill. And I now know nobody is safe conversationally. It's not just "are you pro or anti" that gelatinous Bullhorn we elected (why can I just not picture him naked?🤢 my brain is the enemy of my enemy but not a friend). I got an Uber driver lecture from a super nice black woman about how racism was a good thing if I knew history and should look this guy up. Which I did, being dutifully open to diverse perspectives, and uhhh I'm gonna start having to just give my new standard answer to everything at hello: No. And taking taxis again - fun fact, the taxi drivers are far less likely to speak English - if you are 'anti immigrant', trust me you just haven't traveled enough lately cz people who literally cannot speak to you are *priceless*.  And still, why, WHY does the apocalypse smell like a glade plug-in? 🤢 Did someone start a fascist mother-in-law movement to febreeze us all to death??

I keep reaching the "I'm up for anything" cliff, and poising there. Not drinking at all for many many months (do not add tequila to 🌀, nooo). Just teetering while my stomach muscles grow tighter in the balancing act. When I look this good, things are baaaaaad. But for the life of me, I can't figure out how to turn it around quite. I'm stumped atm, running on doubleshift tired brain fueled by instinct for fury. And these dudes all in charge of shit, when I'm too tired to be angry anymore, I see oh they just have no idea wtf they're doing. Like, they were trained to be chemists and shit, even the physicians (who are iffy, see above link) mostly have memorized facts only in their heads, which under stress they go back to like rosary beads and spew memorized factoids about whatever their thing is until they're happy again, and then walk away like we just had a talk. I smile. They love me. And I think: we are all so gonna die 🤦🏻‍♀️

I wish I had a song :(

Fuck it, let's start a compound ft exhausted brain 

siiiiiiiigh, back to work