Today is January 67th, how are you surviving this month that never ends?
Today is January 67th, how are you surviving this month that never ends?
Today is January 67th, how are you surviving this month that never ends?
copious amounts of legal marijuana
Wife just lost her gig this month, cutting back on our consumption of chronic has been brutal
same but illegal
It's only illegal if you get caught. 😉
Funny you should ask.
I've been almost completely ignoring the hellscape that my country is turning into because last week starting just before the inauguration was one of the worst years in my life, and it's still happening this week as well.
Over the past 26 years, I've often thought that parenting is not a job for the weak. I keep thinking I know what that means. Now I realize that I will never know how bad it can get. Anytime you think you're past the worst, you get the universe's boot up your ass again.
I've earned a couple serious breakdowns in the last week, but I've got to put them off because I just can't do it yet. I don't have time.
Whatever you're going though, I hope it gets better for you
Thank you.
We will survive. It's what we do.
Yeah I can't wait to blink in three days and wake up to October 7th
If you like a bit of pop pseudoscience, you might like the idea that today (or this time last week), is Blue Monday: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Monday_(date)
Take this word as you see fit.
As the Baroness recently said to me: "It's the monthiest month I ever monthed."
Girding myself for February. I have for years attested that it’s the shortest month because if it was any longer people would find the nearest window to fling themselves out of.
Truly the Tuesday of months
That's July, isn't it?
At least it's an honest month. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjco86ekIlQ&ab_channel=AILLBREAKFAST
Thank you for sharing this, I think I just found my spirit animal
You all are a bunch of softies. I'm out here raw doggin' January. I don't give a hoot.
At this point I'm torn between hoping for the sweet release of death or waiting for my brain to blackout into violent rage.
I can't get over how cold it's been for weeks and weeks. I bought an ankle length winter coat this year and that's what's helping me survive, along with many other pieces of clothing. It's so cold I have to wear long johns to walk the dog.
Sighing (a lot) and reminding myself that every time the 29th rolls around I get a three-day weekend.
At 45:30 PM today, my team will strike. That should give us another couple weeks
I'm not an American, so there's some solace in the fact that I don't live in the country where this is all going down. I do however have friends who are American, so I've been offering whatever advice I can to them and the least I can do is be that friend they feel safe openly venting to.
Sheer delusion.
Happy November 96th everyone, the election is tomorrow and I still have hope that America will turn away from fascistic hate!
The good ol' days.