Sunday, Supertired

It's almost noon, and my throat hurts. I might need to tone down Gort's voice because it does things to me.

OR it could because Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season has made me cough and have lung issues.

It's hard to tell. I shall make myself some Shandy and hope for the best. And I have to check on my meds supplies because FUCK Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season.

It keeps kicking my butt.

The good news is that ScoMo is No Mo'. He conceded defeat. The better news is that Clive Palmer's United Fascist Party got a ludicrously small percentage of the vote.

Turns out spending one hundred million to put cack yellow placards all over everywhere just gets everyone's back up. Whoever could have guessed? EVERYONE!

White Nation didn't get anywhere either. Huzzah. They didn't win ONE seat. Hahahahaha.

Onwards to story. Then I do meds things.