So I had a cold earlier this week and I’m mostly better, except for a bout of seriously crushing fatigue/exhaustion. Like to the extent where I had to bail on a friend’s birthday shindig today because the idea of getting more than 5 feet from my couch is... not happening. I feel like I deserve a medal for getting my laundry done. So I’m tired and grumpy and lonely and full of FOMO.

Help me feel better by engaging in wildly speculative yet detailed daydreams of impeachment scenarios? So far I have a very stark image of the staff finally giving up and pleading with him to resign, while he isolates himself in his bedroom, mainlining cable news and binging on Cheetos, Howard Hughes-style, and refusing to speak to anyone but Ivanka.