Sealioning is amazing. Or rather, it being identified as a thing is amazing. Actually having it happen, not so much.
Indeed.
Good luck, Sophia!
The same thing bringing snow to some of you is bringing 60s at night for me, for which I am grateful. Windows open!
Good grief, I am so at odds with myself. I am alternating wildly between wanting to burn it all down and get active, to go to bed and watch recorded tv and never go on FB or Twitter again. Unsubscribing from various places that email me news so I can up my avoidance. I decided to do Thanksgiving, now I don't know if I have it in me. Ugh.
I started today by waking up in the middle of a dream that was like one of those horror movies where people get picked off one by one. It was gruesome and scary, and I think it's fucked up my whole day.
So far on my list of Thanksgiving topics:
- shows you think you don't want to watch but should (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, High Maintenance)
- seen any good movies?
- cross-fit (one person will talk about that for quite a while)
- upcoming vacation plans/most recent trips
- Hamilton still
Ooh, the vineyard that is on our little corporate family is offering us an employee deal on wines. How much can I spend and what do I want? I haven't actually tasted these wines, I'm just assuming they are good...
Good grief, I am so at odds with myself. I am alternating wildly between wanting to burn it all down and get active, to go to bed and watch recorded tv and never go on FB or Twitter again.
With you Laura. I'm mad as hell and not wanting to take it anymore but also so damn tired.
Ugh, Dana. I hate those dream hangovers.
I am so thankful this year that Thanksgiving is just me and my parents, no extended family with difficult attitudes to manage. And also that I am only obligated for actual Thanksgiving Day and the race on Saturday, leaving me with all of Friday, Saturday afternoon, and all of Sunday to myself - more than a standard weekend!
I dreamed last night that we were all part Jilllifonts, and part of the job of US President involved spinning your own inaugural robes from your own silk. And Trump was disqualified for trying to outsource his silk making.
It was equal parts disturbing and joyful.
spinning your own inaugural robes from your own silk. And Trump was disqualified for trying to outsource his silk making.
What an intriguing notion, proving your worth by being able to create your own ceremonial robes.
Today hasn't been a good day for me, but this Onion headline improved my day immeasurably: [link]
Man, just trying to make my to do list for the rest of today is kind of overwhelming me. Maybe I should have lunch first.
