I don’t like these uneasy hours.     They’re wasted.
I can’t really start on a major cleaning project because I know I won’t be finished by the time Jason comes home.    I ran out of supplies to work outside.

It’s too early to begin cooking dinner and right now there’s nothing to do in class.

It’s blank time.   I never know what to do.

Well, I want to go outside and keep working, but I ran out of trash bags.  I’d walk to the mall or something, but I’d rather not have to buy dinner if I can avoid it.    Besides, I’ve already had some ground turkey waiting to meet a taco mix.

The funny thing is that these scary downtimes are something that I used to crave.    No work, no homework, no housework…  Nothing to do so I can do something.

But now that nothing is on hold, I don’t have anything.

I’d suck retired.
Just got to have a purpose and a place to go.

Did finish watching Witcher.
It’s not so bad.   It took all of that time to bring Gault and Ciri together.    I don’t believe for a second that Yenne is dead.  The built her character up too much for her to vanish.

I guess actual impeachment documents do exist and the House wasn’t completely faffing around.  Pelosi was, apparently, laughing and handing out souvenirs.   Pens, mainly, I think but she should have thrown beads.

If she’s going to continue to be an ass …  which is a bad look for the Democratic symbol… she could at least go all out.  Beads, confetti, and chicken wings for everyone.  Well, everyone who agrees with her and her side.

It’s just tiring.   Whatever.

Now that I think about it, the next generation may not have as many politicians as this one does.

Politics create a lot of stress and negative feelings.  Why should the next generation bother voting on a bill when it’s too stressful to meet someone without a dating app?   Deciding how much money NASA gets could definitely cause at least one wrinkle.  Immigration reform?   Forget about it.     It’d be “less stressful” to become a single world government, wouldn’t it?

But who would actually do the governing?  Deciding?  Have access to the red button?
It’ll be like Psychopass and Ayn Rand novels.   Jobs would be decided upon by societal needs and those who do not conform die… usually horribly.

To be completely recycling and environmentally friendly, those people could become soylent green.  Well… it kind of makes me wonder what the Impossible Burger and Beyond Meat is made out of.   It could be written into the new green deal.

Well, if you are what you eat and you’re eating everyone, then it really is a small world after all.  Communism might work.

I hope I get to go somewhere this evening.
Maybe I can talk him into going to the grocery store.  We’re running low or are out of a lot of stuff.

milk
pancake mix
soup
spaghetti sauce
spaghetti
bananas
chicken breasts
cereal

um…   I dunno.    Lots of stuff.

At least an hour, if not more, until Jason comes home.     Geez…   It’s not long enough to take a good walk.

Maybe I’ll start watching Soylent Green on Netflix.

That’d be a logical conclusion to this ramble.