Every time I wash my sheets I have to hold my washer so it doesn’t rocket off the cinder blocks during the spin cycle. The world is feeling a lot like that lately, except the washer is my sanity (and my rights as a woman) and I’m clinging to them for dear life.

Anyone else take a “pre-bedtime nap”? And by that I mean fall asleep on the couch for 2 hrs because you told yourself you weren’t actually tired and then wake up 2 hours later in a fugue state? Because same.

took a break from the persisting horrors and had an hour long shower in the middle of the day.

there’s nothing quite like the dopamine rush of getting a new social media at 1 in the morning.