March: I was born to lead in times of crisis

August: will anyone notice I haven’t changed clothes in 3 days?

March: oh god this going to be bad

August: fuck it’s worse than I imagined

March: Toilet paper shortages

August: patience shortages

March: this is America. We can do this.

August: this is America. We are so fucked.

March: impending sense of doom

August:

March: great time to tackle some home improvement projects

August: meh. I’ll dust next month.

March: don’t work too much. Pace yourself

August: blessed work to relieve the monotony thank you more please

Also August: can Labor Day weekend be a week long?

March: see you soon!

August: wil I ever see you again?

March: don’t waste time

August: what is time?

March: we have been through worse

August: Sudden interest in history

March: yay, no makeup!

August: 2 pairs of slippers are not enough.

March: *buys pound of yeast on Amazon to share with others, feels like pioneer woman*

August: has idea for yeast exchange traded funds

March: “I’m turning 50. Fabulous! Let’s party!”

August:

March: how are you doing, really?

August: *brightly* let’s get to work!

March: don’t be on twitter

August: fuck.