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Day 23 of the government shutdown.
FDA food inspections have ceased as a result of the shutdown. I can't wait to chew glass and rat turds and cockroach carapaces and writhe on the floor in the throes of botulism and salmonella and a new, unnamed neurotoxin introduced into the food supply because some overworked processing-plant worker was too exhausted from chronic sleep deprivation to wash their hands. Whee! At least I get the dubious joy of watching my idiot mother post sub-literate rants about the need for the border wall on Facebook. I want to remember these moments for the day corporate pollution and nuclear war have reduced 'Murica to a smoking shell of irradiated lands and smoldering desolation, so that when my mother whines about being a tired old woman(with a disabled daughter, natch, she never leaves that part out), and how can people be so heartless as to turn away those in need, I can point to them and laugh in her wobble-chinned face.
No big plans for today. Nachos later, maybe, and Roomie will likely put on the football games as mindless background noise while he farts around on the Internet. I'm going to watch some Psych and Poirot on Prime and put my brain on autopilot for the day.
FDA food inspections have ceased as a result of the shutdown. I can't wait to chew glass and rat turds and cockroach carapaces and writhe on the floor in the throes of botulism and salmonella and a new, unnamed neurotoxin introduced into the food supply because some overworked processing-plant worker was too exhausted from chronic sleep deprivation to wash their hands. Whee! At least I get the dubious joy of watching my idiot mother post sub-literate rants about the need for the border wall on Facebook. I want to remember these moments for the day corporate pollution and nuclear war have reduced 'Murica to a smoking shell of irradiated lands and smoldering desolation, so that when my mother whines about being a tired old woman(with a disabled daughter, natch, she never leaves that part out), and how can people be so heartless as to turn away those in need, I can point to them and laugh in her wobble-chinned face.
No big plans for today. Nachos later, maybe, and Roomie will likely put on the football games as mindless background noise while he farts around on the Internet. I'm going to watch some Psych and Poirot on Prime and put my brain on autopilot for the day.
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