It's all so fucking petty: government jobs are jobs. Government contractor jobs are jobs.

That makes me crazy! "I'm going to cut the government to focus on jobs!!" Um.

I'm hiding from the world by focusing on work. The world in general is making me mad and scared.

I have not actually gotten out of bed yet, but I have already fielded a question from work and sold some stock. Still living in the future.

I don't know if I am hiding or if I really don't have the spoons to do anything beyond what immediately needs doing in my vicinity (which is mostly my job and feeding myself), but that's all I'm managing.

With every passing day (hell, yesterday it was basically every damn hour), I get angrier and angrier at every. single. person. who voted for Trump. I want to go up to each one personally and yell "YOU DID THIS!!!" in their stupid faces.

I actually can't believe how full of rage I am.

I was kinda hoping during my week off I'd have the house to myself for a few hours, but it looks like I won't have the house to myself for a few minutes. Not that I don't like having my family around but it's been years.

Tep, I also feel that way about Stein voters. Not so much the Johnson ones, because honestly, I've given up on those ones ever making a sensible choice, but the Stein ones...

Man.

Tep, I also feel that way about Stein voters. Not so much the Johnson ones, because honestly, I've given up on those ones ever making a sensible choice, but the Stein ones...

Oh yeah, my rage at third-party voters might even be greater than it is for Trump voters.

I'm sorry, Gud. You deserve time to yourself.

That article on the targeted advertising using OCEAN or whatever made me feel better about my fellow Americans. More worried about what to do about the propaganda, but more charitably inclined towards voters. I still don't understand why all this is working on a population that has not just lost a war and is not suffering under hyperinflation, but I feel a little less like my fellow citizens are monsters.

I may have crossed the line of critical mass of zero fucks left to give on Facebook. I'd been trying to not post a ton of political stuff because I didn't have the spoons for blowback, but fuck it, man. Fuck it all. Bring on the blowback, because I am ready to burn it all down.

And fuck the "try to understand people with different political opinions" nonsense. I'm willing to try to understand the people who want fewer taxes (although I am SO OVER my brother's libertarian bullshit), but I am not willing to try to understand someone who knowingly voted an administration into office that sees me, and virtually everyone I love, as less than human. Zero fucks left to give, man. Done.

Ugh. I was doing pretty well with avoidance and lack of give a damn until he was actually president but it hasn't even been a week and Jesus Christ.

On a non political note, my five year work anniversary is coming up and I got an email to an award site. Most random shit ever. Do I want a fancy purse, a pin with my employer on it, or a drill press? Maybe an off brand tablet or a set of cutlery?!? Wtf. None of this is useful. Can I have money instead?