Batshit Apace

The sheer, unadul­tered, WTF crazi­ness that is this week con­tin­ues apace. And it’s on­ly just af­ter­noon on Tuesday. Normally I’d be grouchy as all hell, but I’ve heard so many oth­er re­la­tions of grouch­i­ness from friends, fam­i­ly, cowork­ers and Facebook, that my an­thro­po­log­i­cal ob­ser­va­tion mech­a­nisms queued up my con­fir­ma­tion bi­as and now I’m just fas­ci­nat­ed with what­ev­er the hell is up with Cleveland right now.

No one slept well last night, or the night be­fore, ex­cept for peo­ple who were drunk or are usu­al­ly in­som­ni­ac. Yesterday, I had to lit­er­al­ly sit on Abraham in or­der to get him clothed, no one had a good day at work, and a va­cant house owned by an ab­sen­tee preda­to­ry loan scam­mer ex­plod­ed and dam­aged fifty-five oth­er homes, and dis­placed fif­teen fam­i­lies.

Today I was ver­bal­ly abused by a crazy black wom­an on the bus who near­ly sat on me, and then ac­cused me of try­ing to run her over. She re­ferred to every black per­son as an an­i­mal and every white per­son as a dirty hu­man. All at the top of her lungs.

However, I just gave blood and now I’m eat­ing left­over chili and a peanut but­ter sand­wich at home.

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