Even our Father is laughing at you.
Not good for you.
Now she can't leave with all the borders being watched–you know, kung flu and all that.
That probably scares her a wee bit, way down deep inside. That's how dread starts, you know, a tiny little flicker of doubt…
Quit smoking a year and a half ago. First three days are hell. The next year is breaking habits you associate with smoking. That's your addicted self there. You have this addicted self fighting for control.
I slapped on patches, but with no rules, no three weeks here, step down, bla-bla-bla. My own timetable. Agreed to in advance with my addicted self. Now I am patch free, but I will never be free of addicted self. It's knowing he's there that gives me all the control.
I don't think running for any fucking office is a stay out of jail free card. My ass. If that's the way the law reads, so be it, but someone grab me a statute because that's not my understanding of law. Or justice. Especially equal justice for all.
Buy Bernie a house. All is forgiven.