I have zero expectations to end the week

 I wouldn't be surprised what happens tomorrow. Hoping to end the week peacefully and that wasn't happening.

The lurker was on a roll with their denigrating and degrading way that they talk to the group.  It's a keyboard warrior.  Never shows their face when it's asked.  How can you trust?  I found it stressful even if it wasn't necessarily directed at me.  I don't want this person in power.  I don't want this person in my life.  I want this person away from me and I think it won't be happening for the next month and a half.  I may ask for a switch in assignments.  I have shown so much grace in 2 plus years and every time, the lurker has been accommodating.  I have been the one with the additional stress. 

I have gone through 50 million emotions about Joe Biden not running for re-election and I think I am at the acceptance stage.  So much more is being said and it's heart breaking.  I found myself wondering who would be good to pair up with Kamala.  I think Andy Beshear, the Governor from Kentucky would be a wonderful pick.  He just comes across as a soft spoken gentleman in a Republican state who could speak to rural voters.  Just my wild strategizing thinking of who would be the best person to work with Kamala should Joe step down.  

I will be glad when Trump and the rest of his ass clowns leave Milwaukee.  Who told Matt Gaetz botox was a good idea?  Holy cow.  I read the comments on the Lincoln Project's posting on who he looks like and I nearly choked when someone put Lindsay Graham's lover.  The internet isn't all bad I guess.  Lindsay Graham can do better.  I can't believe people are wearing ear bandages.  Sweet geezus.  I can see this as a Halloween costume. 

Here's hoping November 5th doesn't turn into a nightmare.  Oh my god I am tired.  So very exhausted.  

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