We’ve reached the part of quar when I’m just mad all the time. Mad I’m not working, mad I’m tired all the time, mad we’re in an apartment with no chunk of outside of my own, mad that half the country is open and the other half isn’t, mad I can’t see my local friends, mad I can’t go visit my non-local friends, mad I can’t visit my bae in pa, mad that I can’t go wander around grocery stores, mad that our country elected a bigot, mad my car only gets 18 mpg, mad my body hurts all the time in some way or another, mad it took so long to get in and see a doctor, mad our insurance deductible is 4k, mad about all the inheritance left for me that someone else wasted, mad I’m almost out of books to read, mad that there is no good vegan shrimp I can easily access, mad that I don’t have a puppy, mad that my cat bites me for no reason, mad that I’m alive.