Cathartically speaking...

I like to bundle myself in too many blankets and layers of socks, light too many candles, and drink too-strong coffee at an inappropriate hour. And this is my way of saying that I'm thinking of you and your kittens as you glue yourself to the television, elated about the presidency. But fuck elections and polls and statistics, I'd rather be discussing anything (and nothing) with you, and forcing you to drink tea. And I'd like to tell you I'm thankful without spaces and indents and rhymes. So here it is, and thus I end my blurb of a thought.