I guess I will go to bed. The prospect of staying up and being miserable is starting feel worse than waking up in the morning and having that nauseating moment of hope/disbelief.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm wondering why I need to work on A Christmas Carol tomorrow. Clearly no one is paying attention to the message.
I don't know how I'm supposed to wake up in the morning and face my children.
I can't stop crying.
I am too numb to cry.
I don't know how I'm supposed to wake up in the morning and face my children.
Matilda is sniffling and Emmett has been calling Hec about every five minutes in ever-renewing waves of fury and disbelief. And over on FB, I've got a teenage friend who is Black and bi and about to move to Florida because his dad is there and he can't afford NYC any longer, and he is panic attacking and no longer wanting to live because he feels so particularly, personally repudiated. What the fuck are we supposed to tell any of them?
DH is in a terrible state. I am numb. Just begging the universe to make MI and WI be Blue.
My son is going to be heart-broken when I tell him tomorrow.
I am just numb and terrified.
Though I just read that that horrifying fuckhead Joe Arpaio FINALLY lost in Arizona. Go, erika!
I'm still in denial. I'm good at denial, lots of practice, may be here a while.