I’m Suffering From Acute Political Fatigue

Stop hogging the blankie.

It’s happening again. The Give-a-Fuck Delivery Truck no longer stops at my house. I’m not checking the news first thing in the morning, and then every two-and-half seconds thereafter. I don’t even have the impetus to roll my eyes at pink pussy hats anymore.

I know, right? Clearly, I’ve hit critical overload.