I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since I’ve filled this space with something.
Thing is, I’ve been riddled with panic attacks nearly every day lately. I have been to the hospital twice because I thought I was going to die.
These aren’t good conditions for me to think straight, or do much of anything else but suffer.
We’re not going to pull a 2011 here, where I lose my mind. There will be no psychotic break this time, I’m afraid. Those of you who enjoyed that may be dismayed.
Today’s headlines are a mixed bag for me; Both Clinton and Sanders edge out all the top Republican contenders if the election were held today, a sharp contrast to the week before the holiday. Trump’s gonna do himself in, Carson already did, and baby-face Marco Rubio and all around fuckbag Ted Cruz are going to have to duke it out while Bush sits in neutral in the fervent hope that they all implode and he is left standing. Maybe my initial predictions for a Bush-Clinton matchup will prove to be correct.
That’s all gravy. But the world is teetering on the brink of a world war. Turkey, a NATO country, has taken it upon themselves to gun down Russian warplanes who are trying to stop the rebel Syrian factions, while bombing the Kurds and call that help against ISIS.
(I’ve come a long way, babies; it is nonetheless interesting that my mood and my level of anxiety in 2015 was connected to reading the headlines. I’m less anxious thanks to good pharmaceuticals, but I’m still reacting to the headlines as if the world was going to stop turning. And it did.)
The Illogical Seminary 