I’m trying to attain a sense of moral superiority by accomplishing a few things on My List today while others frantically satisfy Last Minute Prep, or - with greater likelihood and entertainment for me - bellyache about commitments that were made for the sake of, it seems, just having a commitment.
Weird, widespread flex.
Not for me.
I make progress-ish, briefly, before I have to get to therapy. I wade through the parade-watching migrants. The humanity.
Cashmere cap on low. The sun shines bright to reward those who are about to voluntarily enduring a pre-dawn start for late November’s soggy viewing marathon.
MAGIC. A Depends marketer’s dream.
The election only momentarily feels far gone in front of a 24 foot bird. [I make bird noises].
Once therapized and home, I make sure everything and everyone’s corporate presence remain stagnant for the day. Check.
I shout - at my computer, out loud - reply in thread, you animal! at some digital degenerate, then post this, and slam my laptop closed.
Off to watch Gossip Girl Thanksgiving episodes or something.
xoxo