by MustBTVDay two of furlough. I woke up at 7 AM sharp, proof that discipline still courses through my veins, even if bile no longer does. The gallbladder may be gone, but my sense of duty remains intact. And also sore.
Breakfast was Cinnamon & Brown Sugar Instant Oatmeal, eaten with the seriousness of a budget hearing. Each spoonful tasted like a fiscal compromise: warm, comforting, but ultimately leaving me hungry for more. Still, it’s cheaper than a shutdown sandwich. With the morning free, I turned to XSplit. I adjusted my overlays for the 37th time, convinced that a slightly different fade transition will carry the Republic through these dark days. If the government ever reopens, I’ll have the smoothest scene switches in the union.
The sock drawer remains stable, though whispers of insurrection are growing among the ankle socks. I may need to establish a coalition government before things unravel. As for music, I tinkered with a few chords and considered writing a song called “Shutdown Blues (Gallbladder Mix).” I’m not sure whether it’s a country ballad, a rock anthem, or just me humming into a mic while the microwave beeps in solidarity. Either way, art is being forged.
Morale check: slightly higher than Congress, slightly lower than Mittens (who continues to draw a full salary in treats).
Shutdown Day 2. Awaiting orders from anyone in charge.
