My friend sent me the best and least Biden-y sign there was. Ginger approves. Looks good on my balcony, too.
The sign came with a little wood keychain tag. Ginger did this to it almost immediately.
I’m with her.
I mean of course I am voting for him. Duh. Not even a question. But I don’t have to pretend I’m over-the-moon about it.
You sexy sexy thing you.
Okay so I did go to Twitter, spent all evening there, but it’s okay because the Stephen Miller jokes were just so good. worth every second.
Like this one:
It’s 2:30 and I can’t sleep. My brain says “go to Twitter” but I need to stop. I can’t do another doomscroll night. Keep me off Twitter please please keep me off. I can’t take it anymore! What is there for me anyway. Some laughs sure. but the cost is high, the rage and frustration all-consuming. tomorrow I’ll wake up bleary eyed and cross and it will only be Tuesday.
So okay. Just stay off Twitter and try to go to sleep, so this nightmare will stop for a blessed quiet few hours.
I haven’t even been able to crochet! because the puppy (who is really the only thing worth waking up for) is obsessed and refuses to let me do anything yarn related, at least not without her generous, very toothy, massive knot-inducing assistance.
If I fall asleep right now I’ll get 3.5 hours of sleep. No problem.
Also, I keep coughing and sneezing and I know it’s allergies. but maybe it’s not and so if I die please know I never really loved anyone in this crummy life except for Patrice Bergeron.
and M knows exactly what to do with my phone.
She is so pretty and sweet and also a vicious animal. Like me.