Nov 03, 2020 10:25
In 2016, I joined a group of women in pantsuits to pose for victory portraits. Our polling place was packed, there was joy in the air...
And we all know what happened next. I got up at 3:30 AM, hoping that the results had changed.
The next day, everyone was stunned and silent. And it's only gotten worse, and worse, and unimaginably worse. I'm trying to stay away from the news for a few hours but I'm obsessively doomscrolling Twitter. My anxiety is through the roof. Jeff doesn't want me eating a lot of sweets but goddamn it, I can't drink. So carrot cake it is! And pizza. And spicy ginger ale. The real stuff, not the mass-produced soda crap. And popcorn. And anxiety meds. It's just after 10 AM here, so I'm figuring on starting the anti-anxiety meds around 6 or 7 pm.
What are other people's plans for the next hellish 24 hours?
terror,
angst,
help meeeee,
drugs,
real life,
this thing better be fixed,
personal,
mr dalliard i've gone peculiar