I woke up. An immediate feeling of… indifference and fatigue overtakes my body. I get up, drink water, take the dogs out. I sit on the couch. I want to call into work. But feeling the terrible ache of an upset in a ridiculously long election year has never been a reason to take a sick day. It should be this year.
We should all be at home. Drinking. Getting stoned. Why not. What the fuck happened last night. What. The. Fuck. I drink another large glass of water.
I don’t even know what this the title of President of the United States means anymore. The house, the Senate, the Supreme court, I do know what the fuck that all means. Everything feels dangerous. The air itself feels heavy, the air I am breathing tastes of fear.
The air I am breathing is heavy with fear.