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My election anxiety is ramping up. I feel like I'm a step away from a panic attack constantly. At least one of the stores in our local strip mall have boarded up their windows. I don't know whether they really are expecting problems, or if it's a mandate from corporate. It is not helping my feelings. I'm afraid, and I can't do anything about it. I don't like feeling helpless. I've done what I can to prepare, but it doesn't feel like enough.
We live in the suburbs, so it's less likely that any riots will happen here, but who knows? It's just all too much. People are such assholes lately. I know they probably had this kind of assholery, but the Cheeto has emboldened them to act out, and that's scary. We didn't put up a political sign because we were worried about retaliation. Our neighborhood skews towards Trump, judging from the signs.
I still can't let myself hope. Deep down, I'm still assuming that the asshole will win. If I'm wrong, I'll be thrilled, but I just can't let myself think it.
It's been getting down to the mid-thirties at night, and fuck it is cold in this house. We have space heaters to make it bearable, but it still really, really sucks. They better get that inspection on the books soon. It's annoying, because we have all new appliances (except for the stove and oven), and that's worth absolutely nothing. I want a hot shower, dammit. And not the camp shower, which is how we've been doing it. It's a little marvel of engineering, with a rechargeable battery, and then you submerse the pump and voila, water. It means heating up a copious amount of water in the electric kettle, and is generally a pain in the ass. But, it's nice being clean.
I'll admit, I've slacked off on the personal hygiene thing during the pandemic. As long as I don't smell bad, sometimes, I'll just wash my hair and do a sink bath with cold water. My hair generally gets brushed after I shower, and maybe before we go out on the weekend to get food, or whatever. It's at an unmanageable length, but I just haven't quite wanted to go to a stylist. Add that to not eating at a restaurant for things I'm just not ready for yet. If I'd known that the Greek place we had our last pre-pandemic meal was it for at least a year, I probably would have gone to Fogo de Chao instead. (I've been craving their roasted garlic on the market table.) The Greek place is really good, and we had the flambe cheese that's so good, so it's not like it was a bad last meal out.
We live in the suburbs, so it's less likely that any riots will happen here, but who knows? It's just all too much. People are such assholes lately. I know they probably had this kind of assholery, but the Cheeto has emboldened them to act out, and that's scary. We didn't put up a political sign because we were worried about retaliation. Our neighborhood skews towards Trump, judging from the signs.
I still can't let myself hope. Deep down, I'm still assuming that the asshole will win. If I'm wrong, I'll be thrilled, but I just can't let myself think it.
It's been getting down to the mid-thirties at night, and fuck it is cold in this house. We have space heaters to make it bearable, but it still really, really sucks. They better get that inspection on the books soon. It's annoying, because we have all new appliances (except for the stove and oven), and that's worth absolutely nothing. I want a hot shower, dammit. And not the camp shower, which is how we've been doing it. It's a little marvel of engineering, with a rechargeable battery, and then you submerse the pump and voila, water. It means heating up a copious amount of water in the electric kettle, and is generally a pain in the ass. But, it's nice being clean.
I'll admit, I've slacked off on the personal hygiene thing during the pandemic. As long as I don't smell bad, sometimes, I'll just wash my hair and do a sink bath with cold water. My hair generally gets brushed after I shower, and maybe before we go out on the weekend to get food, or whatever. It's at an unmanageable length, but I just haven't quite wanted to go to a stylist. Add that to not eating at a restaurant for things I'm just not ready for yet. If I'd known that the Greek place we had our last pre-pandemic meal was it for at least a year, I probably would have gone to Fogo de Chao instead. (I've been craving their roasted garlic on the market table.) The Greek place is really good, and we had the flambe cheese that's so good, so it's not like it was a bad last meal out.
