…nevertheless, we persist.
I had a stunningly easy day at work today, to the point where I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and it never really did. No drama, no nonsense, I had time to get shit done, which blows my mind– that never happens– and now I have tomorrow off.
My wife has to work and my son has school. So I’m at home, by myself, on Election Day, trying my good Goddamnedest to keep myself distracted. If there was some sort of drug I could take that could guarantee I could just wake up Wednesday morning and have the carnage already dealt with, I’d already have taken it.
I mean, I could make predictions, but I was literally the wrongest I’ve ever been about anything two years ago, so I’ve got no room left for optimism right now. I also think I’m probably not capable of being surprised, but the world has a way of proving me wrong about that too. I considered finding something, anything to volunteer for tomorrow, but to a certain extent I question my own ability to keep my shit together in scenarios where people are talking politics around me, and if I go volunteer for something it’s gonna be kinda difficult to avoid politics. Better for my mental health to spend the entire day stuck in 1899 robbing caravans and hunting bears. I gotta stay the hell off Twitter until at least 7 or 8:00; I will fail utterly in this goal.
More tomorrow, I suppose, if the world doesn’t end.