I can tell my frustration level by the number of draft posts I’ve written during the week that I couldn’t publish. (Seven, by the way.)

All I can say is this:

1. I am clearly the last smart person left on earth.

2. I will never get a reprieve.

3. I have to repress other emotions that may or may not threaten to bubble to the surface in other life areas. Which is nothing new because, heartless bitch. But you know, maybe just maybe one day I might want to let myself feel something. Other than rage. Which I am feeling PLENTY OF thanks to 1 & 2.

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