Well
I didn’t get the wordle today. I made a foolish mistake on my last try, and I lost, and now I wonder why life is even worth living.
Sigh. I may never recover from this.
Makes sense that I’m totally alone with a dead vagina and a potato for a face. And not even a good potato you want to bake up all nice and hot. just a lumpy old pitted one with weird things growing out of it.
Perhaps I was thrown off my game because I didn’t have work today. This is the first time in my adult life I had MLK day off. my new company seems to care about d&i? At least more than anywhere else I’ve worked. And listen to this! Both Juneteenth and Indigenous People’s Day are company holidays. How am I even supposed to handle this?
I guess by losing wordle. I will not cry. I will not cry.