I woke up a little dejected this morning. With a sense of futility and fatigue that eclipses the extremes of physical and mental burnout. The best word for it is probably blah.
I saw the Barstool founder eloquently rant away about the totalitarian lockdown. And then there was banter between him and Musk.
I then read about how Russian doctors are dropping like flies — diseased, either mentally or physically, while somehow falling through windows.
My morning coffee ritual is a conversation with my uncle who I am locked in with. He talked about how one of my grand aunts…