Nerve-wracking elections and quality TV Hello my babies. Y’all, 2020 is almost over. This has been the longest — and shortest year — of my life.
Some days seem to go on forever, while others fly by. Last month could have been April or September; it all just runs together.
My brain, which is never been the brightest star in the sky, has turned to mush. I feel like I am losing my edge and my quickness.
I’m on my way to Forest Gump’dom. I swore I would not talk about the election or that titty-baby. But I rarely listen to myself these days.