I never, ever get sick. Yet when I do, it feels like the end of the world.
I feel like the dinosaurs must have felt when they saw the meteor coming.
I feel like how Friends fans must have felt when they realized the series was (finally!) coming to an end.
I feel like the girl who just texted her crush, “Do you like me like me?” only to get the response, “Who is this??”
I feel like how every Democrat felt when they realized Hillary didn’t win.
I feel like how every Democrat still feels when reminded that Hillary didn’t win.
I haven’t had the time (or desk space) to post since moving, so I thought my return post would be totally different.