andom writings about nothing at all. Or everything ever.
On January 6, around 2:30 in the afternoon, having completed a small mountain of time-sensitive tasks, I said to myself, Self, we’ve had a very productive day. Let’s take a look at Twitter and see how the certification of the Electoral College is going.
But we all learned our lesson in 2016: hope can turn on you, kneecap you, face-plant you into a shit pile of uncontrollable, abominable events, and all you can do is watch in horror from the gutter where you landed. Beware the cruelty of hope.
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