Crying, sniffling, more crying, over eating, crying some more, and existential dread. Then I go to work and pretend it will just magical go away, become delusional, go home, and start the process all over again.

I might need therapy.

Unless everything was wrapped in plastic…

Was going to say the same thing…

I mean, I LOVE my government! I would never say anything bad about it! (Did they leave yet?)