So There's Hope. I think.

 I did cry today, but kind of a happy cry. Is it bad to say I already ordered a Harris 46 T-shirt?  It was on Etsy and it's not like I bought another sweatshirt that would make people think I worked for Senator Fetterman.

It was watching Kamala's husband that got me started, talking about Joe and seeing Kamala's speech.  I'm with Joy Reid.  Keep laughing, Kamala.  Her laugh is a joyful moment in a world of uncertainty.  We need her.  I'm kind of leaning on Governor Andy Beshear as a running mate after listening to him talk about JD Vance.  

I'm happy to hear that Joe will be campaigning.  Kind of felt like he had died.  It's like please don't go away, Joe.  Take a nap and come visit, please.  He can still beat Trump. He just needs a good night's sleep.

I had high hopes for that debate.  In 2020, he came out like Hey!  Here I am.  I did see a man who had gotten older.  A man who was tired.  He earns to be treated with dignity and respect.

Trump on the other hand?  Game on.  

I am burnt out with my new assignment and I am so tired.  I had mentioned that I needed help but afraid it met deaf ears.  Not sure what I'm going to do but I'll figure it out.  Someone will need to listen at some point.  As long as I don't mention the lurker.

I got updates on how well the fundraising was going from Corinne.  Wow.  That's fantastic.  About $80 million?  Once I make my donation it'll be $80 million and ten dollars.

I went for a walk tonight and came through the front walk.  The monster got up and hurried into the house with the two dogs.  He always does that.  He runs like a little bitch.  He probably should because it looks like our landlord is working on the garage and he might see the dog poop.

Poor baby steals money from his fake business and he has to work now.  His job was dumb enough to get him a truck.  I noticed the smell of weed has come back.  I'm sure he's not driving while high.


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