My favorite coffee shop is closing tomorrow at 12. When will they reopen? God knows. In other news, apparently my cat's dick has crystallized or something, so he's constantly trying to piss and apparently the only remedy is prescription cat food that costs $30 a bag. Meanwhile my husband still has to go to work, same as always, interacting with other healthcare professionals who have probably all been exposed after a suspected case of it at his facility was tested 2 weeks ago, but no one will tell anyone what the goddamned results were. Plus we have to worry if the increasing travel restrictions will prevent him from completing the clinicals he needs to graduate, when he's only got two weeks left of the fucking things.
On the other hand, I do enjoy it, if I'm going to have chest pains from the stress, for there to be enough stress to make it really worth it. Otherwise I just feel cheated.
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“It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility, plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honor, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriotism, and sadism into justice. Anybody could do it; it required no brains at all. It merely required no character.” -- Joseph Heller, Catch-22
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