I find myself entirely devoid of humor. OK...maybe that isn't a new thing...I'll rephrase.
I find myself entirely devoid of the commentary that only I and a couple of equally disturbed friends consider humor.
I am just sad. Sad about the outcome of this election. Sad about what that potentially means for our country. Sad that people seem to revere a polished presentation and media bias over good sense. Mostly? I am sad that it is 10:45 at night and I am sitting on my sofa watching Dog the Bounty Hunter.
I suppose I could change the channel, but that would require leaning over, stretching my arm 10 inches to the right and picking up the remote. And that? Too. Much. Effort.
The upside, however, is that Eric just brought me a little bite sized chocolate covered peppermint ice cream thingy. We keep a couple of boxes in the fridge at all times in case of depression, dismemberment or plague of locusts.
My day suddenly got much, much better. Even Dog the Bounty Hunter seems a bit more interesting. It's like magic. Only more yummy.
1 comment:
I feel the same. However, I still found humor in your post. I hope that doesn't make me more disturbed than most!
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