For the Shire. in The Napkin.

  • Nov. 7, 2024, 10:30 a.m.
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My anxiety undulates with the week. Typically higher around Sunday and Monday. Lower around today, Deadlift Day. (A Thursday.)

It bumped last week as I endeavoured again to do NaNoWriMo.

And well. The Fifth of November unveiled the redhat plot. I’ve spent four years seriously trying to ignore politics. And unfortunately. I don’t think there will be peace until the rapist felon is long dead. The shadow of the GOP still humps the corpse of Reagan.

I say shadow, because it’s been overtaken by the cult of saggy pumpkindouche. The facade of professionalism is dead.

Oh, right, deadlift day. Might regret posting these publicly, but oh well.

https://youtube.com/shorts/H0V0_6hq1do

https://youtube.com/shorts/StLk_TX_LTE

https://youtube.com/shorts/NA7thptVjpU


I forgot the next episode of Lower Decks is up.

I should enjoy the few spare moments of dopamine I can get.

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