It's Another Wednesday in November
Look up at that window. What do you see?
-Bob the Tomato
There was a midterm election yesterday. Really, it was today. At least as far as my sleep cycle is concerned.
I don't have a lot of deep insights on the events of the election, and I don't see it changing much for me. Weed is legal in my state now. The balance of power hasn't seemed to change much between the two parties; neither of which I can stand.
I did my civic duty, and then I played Shadows Over Camelot with some friends. It was a fun time. We had Buffalo Chicken and Cornbread Waffles. I really need that sort of thing to keep me going, y'know? I think having those brief hours of social connection is one of the most important things to me. Humans as a whole are social creatures. While that isn't quite as true for some of us as for others, it certainly does apply to me.
Of course, with the ups, there are the downs. I blew a tire. It would seem almost trivial to solve, but my spare is unusable, and a can of fix-a-flat didn't fix the flat. So it's off to buy another tire for the godforsaken mechanical torture device that continues to wring money from my bank account every couple of weeks. So it goes, eh?
I feel like there should be more words in this blog post—I keep mentally calling it an article—but it's really just a blog post. It's a stream of conciousness that basically functions as journaling. There are no readers, so there are no expectations. I'm not writing for a client or an audience. I don't have a word count to meet, a schedule to keep or, God forbid, a strict article structure or style guide to adhere to.
It's how I'd best like to write. Purely from impulse. I have a novel I was supposed to be working on. But the word there is "work." It doesn't feel the same as just spilling whatever comes naturally to my fingertips. Anyway, I'm going to figure out a fun quote to put at the top of this blog post now. You'll have already read it. I'm sure you thought my violation of linear time was very clever.
