The 'Pod Save America' podcast is giving me life. Jon Lovett calling bullshit on Trump and his facist regime brings a ray of light into an otherwise hideous time to be a citizen of this planet.

So I'm down two big toenails again... and the new podiatrist isn't as nice as my old one. She used to practically give me a pedicure. He just hacked and lasered my toenails until I was almost crying.

Well that was possibly the most painful neck and shoulder massage I've ever paid for. I mean, I felt better afterwards, but JESUS. Talk about digging your elbow into the sore spots.

Three hours driving, six hours dealing with crazy.

I'm fucking exhausted. Pass the wine.

Scandal is BACK. There go my Friday nights.

Well, procrastinated away that plan... still. Juggling a full-time job on the other side of the city with study and looking after LB probably wouldn't be the wisest idea.

Didn't get a lick of actual work done today... too busy running from meeting to meeting and organising farewells. Tomorrow's Invasion Day public holiday at least gives me a chance to work on my job application...