I do it some times. I get up to here with being really, really frightened about the whole ‘Republicans have lost their minds and become evil country-destroying bastards who want women to carry dead babies’, and angry about the exact same thing, and the gross stupidity and willful ignorance of so many of my fellow humans.

Then there is the ‘it doesn’t matter what I do, what I eat, how I sleep, if I exercise or not; I never, never, never get better’. So F it, I just stop caring. Right now I just had dinner. Contents of Just Crack an Egg (So overpriced) fried in a bit of butter and two eggs scrambled in and an eng muff, and now I am eating an entire pack of Hydrox (the actually edible precursor of those sickeningly sweet Oreos) and having a glass of applejack. So. Screw it, people. I fear we are doomed by stupidity, and I worry for my children and their children. Because I don’t know how to help. I don’t know how to fix it. I am scared. Truly scared like I have never been in my entire life. Even back in the 60’s when the hippies were flocking to Boulder because it was the only place that was going to survive the end of the world. Oops. (Boulder is quite nice, btw. Or it used to be.) Anyway. Save us, please. Vote Blue.