That feeling of dread and hopelessness is really setting in today. I don't know how much longer I can stay optimistic.

Oh hey, this place is no longer invite only. Welcome, everyone!

On long drives I often find myself forming parasocial relationships with other drivers.

I hate driving through the Nebraska part of i-80. There's nothing to see other than fields and the occasional cement truck advertisement, it smells like cow shit, and everywhere is corn husker themed.