• Location: Providence, RI
• Mood: groggy
• Music: Credence Clearwater Revival, "Who'll Stop the Rain"

The Spaces Between Me and Me

Lots of clouds today after rain last night, but at least it isn't yet overcast. It will be on my birthday, and that's not going to make anything any easier. It's not going to make a hard day any softer. Currently, it's 65˚F. Cold Spring is about to become Cold Summer. And yet the tourists come.

I'm hardly awake, because I hardly slept. I was awake until well after 5 a.m.

Yesterday, I did 1,612 words on "Untitled Psychiatrist No. 3." I have to abbreviate the word "number" now, since LJ has fucked up my ability to use pound signs (which I will not ever call "hashtags"). Anyway, the story's off to a sort of beginning.

Trump's proposed budget is one of the most aggressively inhumane documents in American history. If you can read this and still say that Clinton and Trump were essentially the same, you're a special brand of idiot:

"Over the next decade, [Trump's proposed budget] calls for slashing more than $800 billion from Medicaid, the federal health program for the poor, while slicing $192 billion from nutritional assistance and $272 billion over all from welfare programs....It would also cut by more than $72 billion the disability benefits upon which millions of Americans rely. Student loan programs that subsidize college educations for the poor and those who take jobs in government or nonprofit organizations would be eliminated." (New York Times 5/22)

Later Taters,
Aunt Beast



4:56 a.m.