The Last Leg

It’s been a long four years.

I’m tired. Just tired.

I am weary to the very pit of my soul. Right now, all I want to do is simply collapse in bed and sleep for the next several months but even that feels like it wouldn’t be enough. Enough sleep for a thousand lifetimes isn’t enough. It’s exhausting. It’s been exhausting. I’ve been exhausted for a long time now.

Nine days. I have to wait nine days. This is going to be the longest week of my life, just like the last hour of my shift is the longest hour of my work day. In that last hour before I can finally clock out and go home, I ask myself if I can make it.

I do. But depending on the day, it can be tough. I’m feeling that right now.

Four years ago, I was told that it wouldn’t be so bad. Trump wasn’t going to be all that bad. I was overreacting. My response? We’ll see.

Now we know how that turned out. Wednesday is emblematic of this.

I wasn’t overreacting. I wasn’t bullshitting. I knew that this was going to be a long, difficult slog. I knew that the Grand Nagus was simply too inept to lead ants to a picnic, let alone the United States of America. Normally, I’d say “Told you” but I’m too damned tired to even do that.

As I said, I’m tired.

From what I’ve been hearing, there are troops in DC. January 20th will be a quiet day, I hope. Personally, I can’t help but think that the festivities should be held in an undisclosed location to prevent any possible violence because Wednesday felt like a test run. I wouldn’t be surprised if these assclowns tried something on the 20th, simply because they are assclowns and literally do not understand the meaning of the word “no”. Wednesday proved that.

You know, I thought this winter was going to be a long, dark winter due to coronavirus. I was wrong. Instead, it’s going to be a long, dark winter because of stupidity.