Will I be watching the coronation of King Donald I, today? No, I will be at Oregon Zoo. That is, if I can tamp down this existential hangover from yesterday. I can feel, from the inside, the expression of resignation my face is making this morning, like it’s not worth the effort or energy to move even facial muscles.
- Fighting with storage bins on a shelf, as things came cascading down all around me, I just screamed (not yelled, screamed), “Jesus fucking Christ! I’m so tired!” at the very, very top of my lungs.