Today isn’t as good as yesterday, nor, I predict, is it as good as tomorrow will be. I have to work, my ear still hurts, my energy levels are low, my mood is shot and the chances of recovery are low. I’m not even trying to improve it to be honest. The strategy is to put in my headphones and count down the hours until I can go home.

Home, where my things are, where my dog is, where there is quiet and where my wife soon will be with me. It pizza and the democratic debate tonight, a few of our favorite things, and just knowing that tomorrow I won’t have to do anything or go anywhere until at least noon time is putting me in a very cheerful place. The day has been salvaged.

Ok, the debate was lame. So lame in fact that I turned it off and opted to read quietly in bed rather than watch the last hour. I’ve never done that before. I love debates, but the field is just too crowded and nothing new is being said. Now if the competition was leading to new and innovative solutions, I’d be feeling much more excited but instead it’s only leading to increased infighting. I hate it; I hate it; I hate it. I’ve never looked forward to a primary so much.


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Lisa Marie Blair

Painfully aware. Profoundly afraid. Perpetually falling in and out of love with humanity. She/They.

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