November 4th, 2018
Hey, I actually deleted Tweetbot off my phone! I’ve never done that before!
oh god I actually deleted Tweetbot off my phone what am I going to mindlessly click now
menstrual cw // I’m spotting between periods! I’ve only ever done this once before: October 2016. I wonder what the pattern is?
What do people who don’t use Twitter do with their days? Sleep more? (Actually, it is bedtime. Heh.)
November 5th, 2018
I’m drunk with power. I just deleted a bunch of the apps I don’t use off my phone. If I can take my connection to Twitter away from myself, what can’t I do? FEAR ME, APP DEVELOPERS
If it wasn’t for Instagram, I probably would have reinstalled Tweetbot already. Come to me, beautiful bullet journal creators and bookstagrams.
vomit cw // Nibling is home sick today. It’s not terrible timing, as such things go; he has tomorrow off because his school is a polling location, so two days off for the price of one. Hope this doesn’t mean I’ll be barfing in the next couple days.
I’m going back to sleep.
Oh crap, I slept until 2 pm. And I still feel like death.
Walked Ichabod the miniature Schnauzer. He was kind enough to poop on our walk, and as I bent to pick it up, a van driving by honked at me. Nothing like a good bit of street harassment to round out your day.
Bee Swarm Simulator, you’re my only friend.
I take that back. Crackers are also my friend.
Posted my first Egregious essay. Maybe I should have waited to do that until I wasn’t taking a Twitter sabbatical?
I want to write three-thousand words today for #nano. This does not count the five-hundred words written this morning when I was barely awake. It’s almost six pm. No way this could go badly.
Sunset was way too early. As much as I’d like to believe I’m a vampire, I’m not.
Still haven’t started the 3k words for #nano.
Okay okay I snuck onto Twitter and I vaguely regret it I’m sorry I know better
Got the 3k done, and now I’m just…done for the day. What on earth am I supposed to do with all this free time, besides fret?
November 6th, 2018
Woke up from a dream where I was on Beto O’Rourke’s campaign bus and I was asking to go home. Must be Election Day.
Went back to sleep and woke up from a dream where I had a really great girlfriend. Can I go to that reality?
Today is a great day to rewatch To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before.
.@smreine is playing Christmas songs on the Echo again. YES AFRICA KNOWS IT’S CHRISTMAS, MAYBE IF WHITE COLONIALISM HADN’T STOLEN EVERYTHING THEY WOULD HAVE FOOD
Nibling is home! He wore a charming plaid shirt today and went to work with Bro-in-Law. He showed me the pen that he put in his shirt pocket. CHARMING.
How is today the first day this season I’ve heard All I Want For Christmas is You?
It feels like someone is stabbing me in the eye. In other news, I have a sinus headache.
I put off my #nano writing until later, when election returns are coming in. The theory is that I’ll get into my NaNo and not constantly refresh the news.
7:30 pm, and guess who’s written just a couple hundred #nano words. (At least I’m not refreshing the news.)
It’s a little on the nose to develop a cough while watching Moulin Rouge.
Finally wrote, and it’s time for bed. It’s excruciating not checking the news, but I’ll feel better if I don’t until most things are solid.
I’m in bed, on my phone. I can’t stop playing app games, not because they’re app games, but because they’re what I have access to instead of Tweetbot.
This is why I deleted Tweetbot.
November 7th, 2018
Moment of truth. I’m pulling up the local newspaper’s results page. Breathe.
Wait. Really? This is…good news?
Before I say this next bit, I want to be clear. I did very little this election. I made sure to vote, I filled out some “I’m voting because” postcards for the ACLU, and then I went into hardcore bunker mode for my mental health.
Pretty much anyone who spent even an hour organizing or canvassing did more work than I did.
Having said that.
I TOLD YOU SO, @deanheller. I TOLD YOU I WOULD LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOUR LOSS THIS YEAR. YOU STABBED US IN THE BACK AND I GOT MY RETRIBUTION.
I HOPE YOU FEEL EVEN A FRACTION OF THE LOSS AND PAIN I FELT IN 2017, WHEN I WAS CALLING YOU CONSTANTLY ABOUT THE AFFORDABLE CARE ACT. I HOPE YOU *KNOW*.
Gosh, I’m looking forward to deleting my Google Alerts about him on New Year’s.
Back to Tweetbot.