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?
…Oh. Ohhhhhh.
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.
And cheeseburgers.
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.
