Howard Hughes Doesn't Hug
Fucking fuck all what fucking dreadful day.
Rain all day, the last of our bit of Ida pass overhead. Currently, it's 75˚F. That's our high for the day.
Something Chris W. said to me today: "Yeah, I think the idea that we could see the light at the end of the tunnel made it a lot harder to deal with when we realized it was an oncoming train." Which does an eloquent a job as I could ever do of explaining how hope fucked me over. Going into April and May, dutifully getting my vaccinations, looking towards a return to some semblance of normalcy after a year in self isolation, only to have those expectations dashed by anti-vaxers, Republican disinformation campaigns, misinformation spread by foreign hackers, the whole insane anti-mask thing, the science deniers, all of it. That is why, I know, in July my resolve began to fray, and I began to spiral, and now I am in this place of anger and bitterness and fear from which I cannot even imagine actual escape. The light at the end, indeed.
But you know, we still need money, so there's the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
The afternoon's film was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), which feels ever more relevant.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:56 a.m.
Rain all day, the last of our bit of Ida pass overhead. Currently, it's 75˚F. That's our high for the day.
Something Chris W. said to me today: "Yeah, I think the idea that we could see the light at the end of the tunnel made it a lot harder to deal with when we realized it was an oncoming train." Which does an eloquent a job as I could ever do of explaining how hope fucked me over. Going into April and May, dutifully getting my vaccinations, looking towards a return to some semblance of normalcy after a year in self isolation, only to have those expectations dashed by anti-vaxers, Republican disinformation campaigns, misinformation spread by foreign hackers, the whole insane anti-mask thing, the science deniers, all of it. That is why, I know, in July my resolve began to fray, and I began to spiral, and now I am in this place of anger and bitterness and fear from which I cannot even imagine actual escape. The light at the end, indeed.
But you know, we still need money, so there's the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
The afternoon's film was George Miller's Mad Max: Fury Road (2015), which feels ever more relevant.
Later,
Aunt Beast
11:56 a.m.