[I'm being anxious.]

Voted! I'm gonna go get stoned, good night, and be kind to yourselves.

Vivian licked up a smidgen of spicy sauce from the bowl while I wasn't looking and made herself sneeze... into my face.

I dunno, man. I think I need a better plurk icon for this. ANYWAY.

The agony of arriving home and having zero energy to cook a meal. I should have listened to the devil in my ear when it pointed out the donut table on the way to check out.

Came over to ma's and she's watching Hallmark Christmas movies.

I have decided: henceforth I am forbidden to write any of my twenty-odd-years-loved blorbos due to self-inflicted headcanon brain rot. The character with an incomplete backstory in a kids' manga about American football published in the early 2000s has a gdoc updated regularly with an exhaustive list of formative events that I made up and also he's trans now.

[uspol literally this time sorry. also sorry it's me having opinions about bad opinions about voting.]

[uspol, technically] Dad texting me like "go Google 'Trump fellatio'" " " why?? tell me why first old man!!

First sick day I've taken at work since being hired. My head colds over the years have graduated to the next scale of misery, and they're now guaranteed all-day migraine-making machines, so I treated myself to not being a danger on the road or providing poor support for clients and called out at 7AM.