My son and his girlfriend are texting furiously about what all this means for their futures and I just want to scream.
So glad I telecommute...I can be as out of it as I want, I don't have to avoid potentially awkward or just depressing conversations. I can watch crap tv and avoid the news.
Oh, calling in sick tomorrow. That's a thought.
Kat, thank you. I know you're right.
And Tep, Nilly perspective is always welcome.
Oh God, Buffistas, I'm so sorry. I really don't know what has happened to the world in 2016.
Crap, that 8am meeting I was worried about? Turns out it's at 7. Fuck. That's less than 6 hours.
I'm scared.
And I need to teach tomorrow morning. I don't know if I can do it without breaking down in tears.
I have to go to bed. I'll still watch the misery, but won't be on the computer.
I don't know how to go forward. Those people that were voting for Trump that I have been polite to and tolerant with, my feelings of hatred are really high right now.
I really don't want to go to bed until after PA is called, but I'm worried it won't be called tonight at all, the way things are going.
I have to get Casper up in four hours for school.
I have therapy at 7:45 tomorrow. Can't sleep.