I know, right? I want to get off Twitter and avoid the news for a while...but I feel like I have to pay attention, too. This isn't the end, it's just the part where things look darkest. Of course, sometimes the heroes lose at that point, but don't dwell on that...
Plus, I kinda badmouthed tinyhands on Twitter a bit, so if I'm disappeared, you know why!
I spent most of today hoping this wold turn out to be a joke, or I was having one hell of a bad dream, but I'm gradually accepting that isn't the case.
I gotta think we can turn this around, I just worry how much damage he's going to do before then.
It does all feel like a horrible nightmare doesn't it? I still can't get over the amount of gloating at work, from people that I considered my friends. Can you imagine the kind of retreads that are going to be in his cabinet?
Location: Windsor Locks, Connecticut, United States
I am a middle-aged suburban
housewife with four kids and a husband, two dogs and a cat who has trouble figuring out what the litter box is for. I probably have waaaay too much time on my hands. Actually, in updating this, the cat is gone, and most of the kids have moved out, but we still have all of their stuff, so it is a good thing that we have a big house. Also, I have become a Grandmother!
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I know, right? I want to get off Twitter and avoid the news for a while...but I feel like I have to pay attention, too. This isn't the end, it's just the part where things look darkest. Of course, sometimes the heroes lose at that point, but don't dwell on that...
Plus, I kinda badmouthed tinyhands on Twitter a bit, so if I'm disappeared, you know why!
I think we are both on the hit list!
I spent most of today hoping this wold turn out to be a joke, or I was having one hell of a bad dream, but I'm gradually accepting that isn't the case.
I gotta think we can turn this around, I just worry how much damage he's going to do before then.
It was a horrible surreal day.
It does all feel like a horrible nightmare doesn't it? I still can't get over the amount of gloating at work, from people that I considered my friends. Can you imagine the kind of retreads that are going to be in his cabinet?
It just gets more and more terrifying.
I'm rather depressed. My worst fear became reality.
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