10. Cold. Where’s global warming? Fuck.
9. Dark. According to science, which only I believe in, this promises to get better.
8. Trump. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
7. Romance? Not really in the fucking mood for it. White male invention, anyway.
6. Wining and Dining? No. Can’t afford health insurance, college loan debt. Whining cheaper.
5. Yoga, meditation? No. In those quiet moments I’ll just think about my goddamn ex. Or Trump.
4. Protest? No. Too dark, too cold, and I’m too depressed. And it will make me think of Trump.
3. Sex? No. In the mood I’m in, it will neither feel good nor end well.
2. TV, film or Internet? Maybe. It might possibly remind me of my ex. Or Trump. Must be selective.
1. Christmas. Oh fucking fuck.