The Virus Day 231, Dimondale, Michigan

Trump sign on my redneck neighbor’s lawn just showed up yesterday.

Fuck this country if we end up with this disastrous, but frankly pretty fucking well deserved orange nightmare again.

I skipped blogging yesterday. Who cares. This is getting old and frankly, I’m not telling even half the story of my life right now anyway. For the most part, it's nothing of much interest to anyone. I’m just a cog. Just waiting to see what the machine wants me to do with the rest of my life. Control is an illusion. I would not care if I were a million miles away from this place. In fact, I wish I was stuck on some asteroid with everything I need, a cat, and no one but the stars. People are a tremendous disappointment, especially myself.

I don’t know if there will be another entry tomorrow or not.

Who fucking cares.

I’m exhausted and I barely feel like I even put up a fight.

I’m just going to keep editing/adding to this today.

Astronomy is the only conciliation I have left. It's the only news that takes my mind off this pathetic planet filled with so much pathetic life.

I wake up each day hoping it's the last day for us all. Intelligence is an evolutionary dead end. Not only does it mean the end of the species that…