The sheer lack of outrage from everyone bothers/scares me.

I’ll take the dusting over the snow 7 days a week. Honestly, I’m being over dramatic we didn’t get much snow (4-5 inches). But yeah it’s cold as fuck and stupidly windy. Everything’s glazed over with ice too.

I’ll join you if you’ve got another glass and some to spare.

Dude check your messages lol. I already said idk if I’m going to or not. I’m supposed to be at Loreen’s parents by 6pm and this snow is only exasperating the drive to virtually anywhere at this point.

Me: It’s policy in Vienna. Singapore. Plenty of places where housing isn’t treated like a speculative investment.

My sister entered the room and told us to play nice shortly after. But holy shit, Kyle used to be tolerable but he’s such an asshole since last election.

Ugh. #Maga family bs.

Me: He’s a state assemblyman. He’s been working. And his platform is about housing and transit, not exactly radical stuff.
BIL (laughs in condescending finance bro): Housing? You mean giving away free apartments? That’s not policy, that’s a fucking farce.

Tomorrow's my first sober Thanksgiving in years, which means I'll be stone-cold present while my brother-in-law pontificates about MAGA, Sara pretends she didn't used to listen to Rage Against the Machine and my mom asks why I'm not more like my sister—all without the comfort from stowaway Bacardi.

I'd come stumbling in hung the fuck over — because there's no better anesthetic than obliteration when you're facing your sister's Patagonia-clad transformation into everything you're not.

But, since I sobered up, today's just another Wednesday in late November.