My depression has lessened after some nifty behind-the-scenes work with my doctor and while I may not be constantly sad anymore, I’m now a daily molten volcano of hatred and rage.
If it’s not my country’s knack for slaughtering unarmed minorities by the dozen, it’s one of the four dumbass sports franchises I’ve committed 28 years of pointless ego preening for the express purpose of miming a gambling addiction minus actual wagers or the physical dependency.
If Joe Manchin isn’t skull-fucking our shot at securing a path to the ballot box for myself and the over 10 million fellow Georgians impacted by Brian Kemp’s latest voting roll purge, Joe Biden’s telling angry BIPOC to not wreck poor Target’s Downtown Center locations because vIoLeNcE iS NeVeR tHe AnSwEr (unless you’re George Zimmerman, Darren Wilson, Daniel Pantaleo, Derek Chauvin, a horde of QAnon Neanderthals seeking to murder the now-former Vice President of the United States of America, etc).
Hey, look, they’re gonna end the war in Afghanistan…again!
Student loans are…….still fucking here!
I’m stuck in a dead-end job I STILL hate!
Twitter just banned me for calling the bow-tied neo-Nazi most-watched-cable-“news-anchor”-in-America gallstone Tucker Carlson a redneck!
I’m staying up till six in the morning!
No, seriously, the meds ARE working, I assure you (maybe).
In the meantime, I await the knockout dose of the Pfizer vax in this motherpfucker.
I’d be on Twitter but @jack apparently can’t allow a menace with 20 followers to bully poor wittle Twucker Cryarlson, so I’m posting this next piece for the writing portfolio that will no doubt land me a true writing gig at a respectable publication/online clickbait farm.
Holy fucking fuck, I’m maybe not doing too great. Then again, a year at home shockingly isn’t helping matters.
Crazy, right?
Who knew crippling debt against the backdrop of the single-worst health crisis in generations could lay waste to one’s mind with such wind and precision?
My neck and upper back might finally be turning into hardened jello-ey fat after hunching at the computer/on the couch/in my former office chair from the pre-work-from-home days, and lemme just say, it’s a fucking pain in the neck! Bwahahahaha
Oh, kids, I’ve got nothing here. I’m running on vapors.
Fuck it all.
Diary of a Mad Millennial 