I know I need to go to yoga but my brain just wants to lie on the floor.
You are already doing corpse pose. Yoga, done.
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I know I need to go to yoga but my brain just wants to lie on the floor.
You are already doing corpse pose. Yoga, done.
Anyone currently on Obamacare should still register for it for 2017. No one knows what's going to happen or when.
She is, but she's preparing for worst-case scenario. One good thing to come out of this shitshow is that she is fired up to do something now. She's always been a liberal (slightly to the right of me), but outside of talking to people she's never been moved to action. Now she's all burn the fucking house down.
Ugh, smonster. I wish I was closer right now. We could motivate each other, or drink ourselves silly. Your choice.
I think you should all come to Mexico with me tomorrow.
I am adopting your dad, Maria. I will take money from my Republican physicians and spend it on things they hate.
I'm still in a protected bubble not interacting with anyone I don't have to. Have only watched recorded tv and still on news blackout other than what I gather from limited social media.
I am more grateful than ever to have this place. I'd say you have no idea, but I know you know all too well.
eta: my typing hasn't improved.
Maria, I'm sorry you and your family feel like you don't have friends in the area anymore. That's miserable.
I'm just dreading the holidays, where everyone will be a little drunk and far less polite about keeping their politics to themselves.
Wednesday was not great, yesterday was better and today - I have no motivation. just sad ans mad
I'm just dreading the holidays, where everyone will be a little drunk and far less polite about keeping their politics to themselves.
Because my brother and SiL are coming home for Thanksgiving, my very Republican aunt and uncle are hosting Thanksgiving dinner, and I'm expecting it to get shitty. So I'm trying to plan ways to try to divert the conversation and I'm trying to steel myself to leave and go home if it doesn't stop. Yay family.
That sucks, Maria (the customers part--your dad is awesome).
Today was my work-from-home day, and I got a fair bit of copyright research done, which was my biggest task. And I learned a bit more about a new-to-me learning management system, which was also on my list. Otherwise, I've been listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen. I don't know why it took his passing to remind me how much I love his stuff.
So far I've been able to eel out of conversations that start to get uncomfortable. Whether they note my leaving after I'm gone, I don't care. So far nobody's confronted me, and that's fine. A simple, "I don't feel well," is all I plan to say if challenged or taunted. I won't engage. I won't. I won't. I can't affect these people, I barely have touchpoints in common. It's a futile exercize and the only one affected will be me.
I'll save my ferocity for places and ways that will make a difference. Mocked behind my back I can do, but I won't argue with black holes of hate.