Stayed home from work today, not because anything was wrong with me but because my son was sick, and he spent the day asleep, so I spent the day sitting around and feeling vaguely guilty for no Goddamned reason at all except that I’m a teacher and apparently I’m supposed to prioritize other people’s kids over my own, I guess.

Meanwhile, the world is visibly ending in about twelve different ways, and this is really starting to feel like the run-up to Katrina, where it was plainly obvious to anyone paying attention that New Orleans was about to be wiped off the map and that didn’t seem to be nearly as frightening to most people as it ought to be. This thing’s going to be a fucking monster, and if you’re anywhere in central Florida, please swallow your ego and get the hell out of town. Unless you used to be President, in which case, please drive west.

I’m gonna vote tomorrow. I’m gonna vote, and then my role, at least, in at least one of the impending apocalypses will be done. Then maybe I’ll drink myself into a coma until the second week of November and see what’s still left of America.