Girl, Where Am I Even Supposed to Begin This Week

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This photo of Al*c B*ldwin is not relevant but it is funny.

So far, 2021 has felt like a Deluxe Edition release of 2020, the kind of deluxe edition musicians release to keep charting, or whatever. We are a week in, and 2021 is 2020: The Director’s Cut. Everything is the same, but somehow worse. What a week! What a year! What could possibly happen next.

I spent New Year’s Eve watching Phantom Thread and drinking wine; I did not make any new year's resolutions because I did not feel like it. My goals are always the same, anyway: floss regularly, spend less time aimlessly scrolling the internet, mind the business that pays me, text people back in a timely manner, cultivate an air of mystery. This year especially, I feel so grossly unmoved by any kind of self-improvement. What would I be improving myself for exactly? I’m just going to be sitting up in this…