Plans are for Other People

I had a plan. I was going to go to bed at a reasonable time, get a good night’s sleep, get up at a normal hour, eat a real food for breakfast and then get some paying work done before my day turned into Politicalpalooza. 

It was a good plan and I liked it a lot.

I know, I know: human plans, deities laugh. 

Well in this case, the deities decided to wage their revenge via my bladder, which didn’t let me get more than about thirty minutes of sleep at a time before deciding it had to be relieved RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY OR YOU WILL BE DOING EMBARASSING LAUNDRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. It finally decided to let me get some real sleep sometime around 4 AM. 

My alarm went off at 9. 

That was when I was supposed to get up and go for a walk before making a real food for breakfast.

Instead I accidentally (shut up) turned off my alarm instead of hitting snooze and fell back to sleep until 11. Then I got up, drank some soda, chatted with one of my housemates for a bit and sat down at my computer in my pajamas to cover the first Trump rally of the day.

In all honesty, I missed the first little bit of Trump’s first rally…er…”event at which he delivered remarks.” He started before his scheduled starting time and then railed for a while about how much he rocks and how much Joe Biden sucks with some racist garnish thrown in there for funsies. 

About an hour after that first “event” was done, Trump began another and y’all. There aren’t enough evens to can’t. I honestly couldn’t tell you what was going on during that event. Trump seemed cracked out of his mind—he was sweaty, rambling, jumping from topic to topic sometimes in mid-sentence and kept trying to joke with “Scott.” He shouted about how the Governor of Virginia wants to kill newborn babies and praised Putin and Erdogan for being very smart and talented chess players. 

I have seen plenty of Trump speeches where he veers off his teleprompted course, but this was something else. Whatever they gave him on Air Force One between events to keep his energy levels up? They gave him way WAY too much.

Now that those events are over for the day, I should be covering the first night of the Democratic National Convention. I want to watch speeches composed of complete sentences and coherent thoughts and hope instead of fear and truth instead of lies. I want serious people who actually know how the law works to tell me how we’re going to fix this mess we’re in and be able to trust that they believe what they are saying. 

But y’all. I am so tired. I am so so tired. 

And I’m not just tired because of a day filled with Trump buffoonery and too little sleep and not a lot of real food. I’m tired in my bones. I am existentially and spiritually tired. My soul feels weary and even though I know I will keep fighting the fight tomorrow, tonight I just…can’t. 

I’ll catch up on the speeches later. I especially want to see Michelle Obama speak. But right now, there is a cat and a couch and snacks that are calling my name. And even though I feel really guilty about missing tonight’s festivities, I’m just going to take some time to chill the eff out. 

Here’s a link to my tweet thread for the first Trump “event.”

Here’s a link to my tweet thread for the second Trump “event.”