Man none of my dreams ever make sense. They’re not usually true nightmares, but occasionally. They’re never fun or relaxing, they’re always a little bit WTF, but somehow my brain still tells me, yeah sure, this is all real! And then I wake up confused. Always been that way. I’m jealous of people who have nice dreams. I’d rather have none at all rather than the junk my brain throws at me.

I know it means nothing but, as an American, I’m sorry for the havoc our political system wreaks on your feed and on the world in general. We’re not thrilled about it either, typically.

To be fair, most English words aren’t even really English