red alert

[thene]

and here is me fighting off the anxious again. ack, a big problem is that I still have this constricting feeling of ick in my head left over from when I was ill. I just want to lie in bed and not have to fret over all this newness, which is mostly not an option. I do not even know when my next day off is; tomorrow won't be so bad, though, except that I need to jump through hoops for the lawyers. I fucking hate jumping through hoops. At least none of them are necessarily shaped like telephones although some may be shaped like awkward emails.

Random hate of the day; Americans who think walking from place to place over distances of less than five miles is lolol-funny. I am sure your total dependence on the car your daddy bought you is very nice for you. Me, I have feet, and better legs than you. Also, your culture sucks.



Not totally unrelated to this;

not totally underrated to the deep-seated weirdness of American hatred of all public-sector employees except their military, who many of them worship (because the two things they have that they truly want to contribute to the world are guns and religion);

I just want to put out this - not a prediction, but a what if:

America will be ruled by a military junta at some point before the end of my life.