By the time I have my next shrink appointment. One more menstrual cycle, as one woman put it. The next time I renew my bus pass, pay my rent, pay my health insurance premium (thank you again, President Obama), renew my prescriptions. By the time my birthday gets here, when I next need to freshen my hair color, when it’s once again time to reset all the clocks because Somebody Up There still thinks DST accomplishes anything. By the time I have read and discussed this month’s selection for book club. ..
When any of these have come to pass. ..
This thrice-cursed shitshow of an election will be over.
Can I hear a great big “Hell yeah!”
