Welcome to the United States of Fucktards where women love men and men love men. *eyeroll* Although, I’m guessing there wasn’t as much of a turnout which would be Biden’s fault because he did such a shitty job.

So I get up after midnight, take a quick glance at the headlines, and see everything played out just as I knew it would. That’s the shitty part of being psychic: you know right away when things aren’t going to work out and you have no room for hope. It isn’t just a psychic thing, though, it’s common sense. I've seen how twisted Americans are becoming. They hate women and gays and they love Trump so much that the little bastard could kill babies right in front of the country's noses, and they would still vote for him. So, like I said, I get up, and I see Trump wins this state, Trump wins that state. Trump wins. Trump wins. Trump wins. But again, I knew he would and I also knew most Floridians were anti-abortion. It’s a twisted trend we've been on where more and more people are brainwashed to believe it's murder. *sighs* At least there are still pills, DIY, and other states for the few that want it.

So Andy and the scum I live with and wish to desperately escape will be thrilled. At least the little closet case will pick on the illegals and staunch the flow of outsiders a bit.

People are getting more and more delusional that the next thing I know, I'm not going to be able to get the CPAP back (since I likely can't get the mouthguard I want), saying that I’m way God made me, and it would be a sin to try to change it. I'd say I hope the next bullet finds its mark, but if it weren’t Trump, it would just be some other Refucklican.

Very tired, first due to the long stretch and then broken-up sleep. I just can't win either way. Either I'm tired because I'm low on thyroid, or I'm tired because I'm not low on thyroid and up forever. Because whatever is cursing my sleep has no traffic to use against it, it has to use my own body. First, I did that snorting sound that is supposed to be a sign of sleep apnea and septum issues, along with that erratic hissing-like sound that the first pulmonologist demonstrated as a sign of sleep apnea, and then my shoulder hurt like a motherfucker.

Also, there’s no point in continuing with the snot spray because when I woke up and took off the breathing strip, my nose was barely breathable—it was so fucking stuffy.

I have never been so anxious to get the fuck out of Florida, and not because of politics. Unless I really do have septum issues, my nose definitely does NOT like this climate just because I do. If I have to go colder to get my nose back, then yeah, I'll make the trade-off.

I hate this park in general, the people, owning and renting at the same time, and being made to feel like a kid all over by being told what to do. I love the idea of eventually being able to save twice as much money, and maybe the state will have better healthcare, whatever it ends up being. Hurricane season is still a big concern, too. We're already into November and there's another one entering the Gulf, though it won't affect Florida.

He and I were talking yesterday, and while I will always hate cold and snow, I realize there are some benefits to those climates. As long as it doesn't get humid in the summer like the Northeast, it keeps things quieter outdoors and is better for sleeping and things like that. I wish I was climate-oblivious like he is. I don't remember a single motorcycle in Oregon. I'm willing to keep my mind open to all possibilities at this point. If it weren't so humid and expensive, Massachusetts would probably be the best state for us with its universal healthcare.

In other news, we went to Denny's yesterday and I got chicken strips and fries. He got an omelet.