What day is this? Where are we? Who are you people?
I only ask because I’ve mentally and physically aged 241 years. In the last week.
Is anyone else just, you know, completely over this whole “watching history in the making” thing?
I feel like I could be partly to blame here because growing up, I wanted to know what it was like to live through WWII or the civil rights movement or the first season of Dallas. And now, in some horrible ironic monkey paw-esque scenario, my wish has been granted, but it bears no resemblance to the simplistic, naive desire that led me to this place.Continue reading “Turns out living through history is exhausting”