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January 29, 28 degrees The puppy's roommate and I aren't getting along right now. I don't know why. He's been an asshole the last few weeks and now I'm being an asshole back, which only makes me feel a million times worse. I don't know what's going on. We'll either get through it or we won't, like everything. I hope we make it, though. Maybe I shouldn't be hoping that, I don't know. So maybe that's why I'm letting myself go down the rabbit hole into neo-Holocaust predictions and shit. Really, I don't like thinking like that, although I do think it's important, awful as it is, to be aware of what's happened before to make sure it doesn't happen again. I know it's unlikely to happen, but everything that's happened lately hasn't been likely to happen either. I wrote to my congressional representatives about the immigration ban and its effect on the person I know with direct ties to this state. We'll see if I hear back from them. I know my favorite senator will respond, but the others, ehh. I'll call their offices tomorrow as well. I know I wrote to my favorite senator a few years ago about some radio issue, and he wrote a great letter back to me - and I don't remember ever contacting any other politician, but in my 2009 box (I keep a shoebox of mementoes for every year) I just found a letter from a former senator thanking me for contacting him about healthcare reform. What? Did I do that? What did I say? Huh. Interesting how memory can fail us or support us in weird and delusional ways. Well, I'm gonna go whine and cry in my top-secret diary that I use for whining and crying, and then I'm gonna go do spa night at the gym.
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