It’ll be easier when I’m back in the office, miserable.

The Grandmother Hypothesis is a nice story that makes you feel better about aging I suppose, but I’m not sure it holds much water. It feels like another pat on the head for menopausal women, rather than actual help for menopausal women.

All of my favorite things get discontinued.

Argh. Answer the phone.

There is a gorram fly in here.

Maybe I’ll be able to kind of ease into it.

It’s just a job. It’s just a job.

“[P]rotecting the interests of women and girls requires the courage to challenge dominant narratives—even when they appear to carry the weight of consensus.”

I am a little surprised by the level of anxiety being here has induced.

Gotta defrost this giant hunk of ice that is my tiny tiny freezer in my tiny refrigerator in my tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny cubicle.

Maybe I should take a walk.

Completely unsurprised by your total lack of follow through.

Oh I like her!

“White House officials have had it with Laura Loomer.” Girl, literally everyone has had it with Laura Loomer.

It’s hilarious that y’all are suddenly concerned with the cognitive state of the president. You sure didn’t seem to give a shit when Biden was clearly unfit to serve because he could not form a coherent sentence.

Hypocrites. As ever.

Apathy.

OK for real I am seriously reconsidering my employment in this place today. What the actual fuck.

Well that’s convenient, isn’t it.

It’s like a refresher, you see.

De-identify it!

My stomach hurts.

How do you know if you’re having a nervous breakdown, though?

I really dig this author.

Why did I think this happy hour was a good idea? Oh right. It was a good idea. But nobody cares.

And this is why I make lists.