Shit.

shit.

the sickness.

the back-to-school sickness.

i can feel it creeping through me.

it slithers through my lungs and into my head.

damn you froshies.

hacking on every side of me in lecture.

no escape.

no hope.

vitamin-c can’t save me now.

willpower is my only chance.

and perhaps juice.

shout out to the time at a sleepover that everyone was going around saying their type and I had a minor panic attack trying to remember what my type is before remembering that I was aroace

Just slipped on a banana peel, this day couldn't get any fucking worse

Might make a presidential debate bingo card before it starts tonight. Here's what I'm thinking of putting on it.

Trump calls Harris the N slur.

Harris laughs.

Trump calls Harris the C slur.

Trans rights never get brought up once.

Trump gets absolutely baffled by a very simple economics question.

Free Space! Trump lies.

Trump calls Harris Nicki Hailey.

Harris brings up the Gaza genocide even though no one in the building wants to talk about it.

Trump asks where Biden is.

Harris tells Trump to shut the fuck up.

Trump asks where Obama is.

Trump gets muted, then runs over and shoutd into Harris's Mike like Kanye West.

Trump gets so furious at Harris that he gets a heart attack / stroke on live tv.

Y'all can add more ideas if you want.