I want to write something but I don’t know exactly what to write. Lots going on but nothing really going on…I don’t know. I guess I want something easy to write about but nothing is easy. Everything is fraught with mixed emotions and complexities I don’t feel I have the energy to do justice to in writing. Either that or it is just too fucking mundane to write about. I guess I’ll just make a list. Maybe I’ll tackle them one by one, go more in depth, maybe I won’t.
Shit that’s on my mind:
Ugh, have to make dinner.
Kids getting on my last nerve.
My stepson is getting on both me and my husband’s last nerve.
This whole Trump (I will hence forth refer to him as Dump) as president-elect.
Meryl Streep’s very eloquent take down of Dump in her Golden Globes acceptance speech.
Stupid ass Republicans and the people that vote for them.
My house, going through all the stuff, keeping it clean and organized.
Getting ready to take the CNA class.
Should I go back and finish up my Master’s degree?
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