November 28th, 2019



Currently, it's 50˚F.

I've had worse Thanksgivings, so there's that. Say, 1995. Or 1992. Or 2005. Just off the top pf my head. Those were vastly worse. But toady wasn't so very fucking hot. We didn't make it out to my mom's, and I'm sorry about that.

Tonight, we watched Martin Scorsese's The Irishman, which I adored, even if I couldn't quite buy Robert DeNiro as Irish or Al Pacino as Jimmy Hoffa. The movie is magnificent, all the same.


From Facebook today:

Looking at the polls, it's so fucking obvious that the idiots who endorsed Sanders in 2016 have learned nothing whatsoever from that first time they helped Trump into the White House (and yes, they fucking did, aided by Wikileaks and Julian Assange and the Russians). Sure, Trump will likely win in 2020, regardless, impeachment or no impeachment, but they're only making it easier for him.


Now, I just want to sleep.


5:43 p.m.