My lack of interest in... well.. anything... the last several weeks is getting a bit alarming. Scan social media, a youtube video or two, read before bed, commute to work and get 45 minutes of podcast that way, work, and... that's it.
I don't feel bored, but any outside observer would fell crushing boredom bearing down. Like a 50,000 ton press.
I don't know how to snap it. Virus precautions make mingling about difficult, so taking up something new is difficult. Taking up and old hobby? Can't be arsed.
I force myself to amble about the neighborhood. Work the walking muscles. Don't wanna seize up.
The Nation is a Magazine of Ass-Clowns. Prove Me Wrong.
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So, while the magazine itself is callling for resistance to the Trump
agenda and saying that we can't back down, one of their more prominent
jackholes is c...
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I'm going to guess that the above comment is not very much what you had in mind for a direction. Perhaps this loan lender also has some lightly used cars for sale. When strange dark clouds roll in, it's not easy to discern a way to proceed. The compass is indecisive. Fortify yourself, and resolution may condense out of uncertainty. I'm going to walk the canal path and load some ammo. Again.
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