Slacking

This has been a truly bizarre winter. I live for the snow and cold, and have only began to appreciate the summer again in recent years, mostly because I have a little girl. Other than the seasonal bronchial shit associated with allergies and asthma, I almost never get sick, none of us do, but we've spent a large portion of the last three months sick or debilitated in some manner. I have not been deliberately ignoring the blog, I was throwing up all day yesterday, a nice mustardy yellow bile after I threw up the penne and spicy Italian sausage in a chunky marinara I had for lunch. I still don’t know why, and I still don’t feel right. I never throw up, not from the flu, food poisoning, hangover, none of it, almost never. I feel like my body is purging something physically, mentally, spiritually (whatever the fuck that means). I know I am way too wrapped up in this election, but I can't help that, that was likely to happen even if didn’t like any of the candidates. But this time it's more than picking the lessor of two assholes. There is one guy who isn't an asshole at all and his candidacy, his presidency means more than we can really comprehend right now. I just thought most American's, especially those that are left-leaning, were smarter than this. Just like in 2000, I am stunned that the numbers are still this close in March. I can't believe people would really want to go back the Clinton's, and not the well-liked, only a sex-fiend, Clinton, no, this time it's the crazy, bitter, angry, and reckless one. I trust that the Obama camp has a long-term plan with variables built in, especially after what transpired in 2004, but for someone who has patience issues with humans over the age of 18, the mission guided by faith in humans is all-consuming, whether I'm reading updates or making lunch for my girl. All I know is that I feel much better when I'm participating in some manner, directly or indirectly, but it causes unanticipated fatigue after a few days of only getting a couple of hours of sleep at a time. Not that anyone should give a shit at all, especially at this point, but I do think I'll be posting more of my trip within the next few days, just don’t expect much, I am not comfortable with it at all yet. I just spent a lot of time reading and editing yesterday because I couldn't do much else. I still feel like I could throw up any minute, and as I was getting out of the car this morning one foot slipped on the snow/slush while the other leg slid in the other direction under the car door and smashed my shin which left a gigantic bruise and swelling on the fucking bone. I have an incredibly high threshold for pain, but holy shit did it hurt. It reminded me of when, as a kid, I'd forget to bring my shin pads to practice and eventually my coach got fed up and made me scrimmage without them if I wanted to play in the next game. When someone missed the ball on a slide tackle, resulting in cleats to the shin, man, that shit fucking hurt. Kind of like that, but worse. But just like most working class families, the adults don't go to the doctor unless it's an emergency, so frozen soy beans will have to do the trick. Jesus, stupid fucking drama. I just need to do some fucking yoga, plan my next trip, and get out in the snow.

I will be posting, 'cause Olbermann and many of the progressive blogs have been doing a hell of a job on the reality check front the past few days.

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