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Yeah. Same.

But listen you. It’s okay to eat tater tots for dinner. It is. Also, it is okay to pretend you’re not lonely. And also: you can cry that the roof leak in your storage unit ruined all the memorabilia from the Bruins 2011 Stanley Cup win.

It is okay to have constant anxiety and have to stress poop several times a day.

And so what if your clothes don’t fit anymore and every decision you make in life ends in chaos and you spend your evenings watching frasier reruns. So what so what so what.

Because it is all okay and even if it’s not all okay, who even cares.

Let’s go to bed, love.

P.S. Progress update on quest to become a master violinist: not there yet.

The stupid text I got tonight that made me cry.

It gets harder and harder, day after day, fighting the righteous fight. But fight we will, till our last breath. LIKE ALWAYS. sigh. deepsigh.gif.

At least we have two old white men left to choose from! 2020: a handful of old white men puttering around yelling at people and getting confused and wondering why women think they matter.

As it looks right now, my vote for the democrats in November will be a bitter one. I’ll do it because well duh. Of course I’ll vote for whatever democrat is on the ballot. But it will be with a weary heart and a heavy hand.

Maybe I’ll watch the rest of Kramer vs Kramer on TV right now so I can cry even more and have a pounding headache all night.

Yay Friday nights!

I love voting. It’s one of my favorite things in the whole world and I cry every time.

I gave my vote for warren today, and I was proud to do it, knowing she won’t win, happy to vote for her anyway because I love her.

And now I am facing the joyless prospect of having to vote for Biden or Sanders in the general election. I swear to god whoever wins had better pick a good running mate or I will LOSE MY DAMN MIND.

Another depressing disappointing night. At least we will all be dead soon.

There’s so much I want to say to you but I have no words.

Actually that is not true. I have all the words. But I just don’t have all that much to say. The silence and the darkness, they speak for me.

There is this quote from Edna St Vincent Millay though:
“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”

Sometimes I go looking. I find little pieces of you, here and there. I gather them in, hold them close. I want them to saturate my skin but it’s harder now. There just isn’t enough. It’s been too long. I still look though. I can’t help it.

I remember to forget and I forget so I can remember.