Nothing like thinking about your Social Security benefits to really get your existentialist dread flowing.
The idea of getting money as a... kudos, I guess? For all them decades of working... so late in your life?
$2,000 a month.
After (ideally per society) working the vast majority of your good years...
Gross.
Anyway.
Nothing much happened yesterday of any real incident.
Though that new meeting being added to yet another Friday still has me in a bit of a huff.
So... still noodling how I'm gonna handle it.
I could always talk it out, but... that's not my style.
Instead, I'll either:
Should get plenty of... exciting datas.
Another weekly gaggle today and then it should be relatively smooth sailing the rest of the week.
...Ish.
Omen light is on, so who knows how the fuck things will go today.
Also: the whole Colbert situation is getting outta hand.
Yeah, he's gotten a lot more ballsy since notice of his impending cancelation, but... c'mon, Big Orange and associated goons:
Have a thicker skin.