Excuse me while I tread the line between wanting to express my thoughts and desperately wanting to remain silent. The past few months have been really rotten. Things appear to be improving and I immediately distrust that. Isn't it strange we are taught to trust appearances? Bullshit, I say. If anyone else empathizes, might I recommend busying the hell out of yourself?
If that fails you (which like everything/everyone else, it will), I strongly suggest banh mi sandwiches oozing with cilantro. And now, a midnight snack!