Thursday! Alright.

My mom is 100% sure that we live in the End Times, and lately, I have been inclined to agree.

Call me Barf Hag. For I am but a hag… and this? Is my bag.

Please watch the umbrella:

Will you be watching Melania on Friday night at the ungodly hour of 10 pm ET? I will not, for I will be sleeping after…

Big wheels keep on turning. Proud Mary keep on burning. And we’re rolling. Rolling. Rolling down the river.

Just skip down to the Beto/bunny video, tbh.

Well, I did it. I filled the whole bag.

Can you imagine feeling good today?

Everything about this sucks.

I drank five cans of Diet Dr. Pepper today and I don’t feel great! How was your day?

Let’s dive into some grim news.

Can’t talk! Singing Hoku’s “Perfect Day” to a cobweb-covered stool in the corner!

As my grandfather says, “I feel like I have aged 7 days in the past week.”

I’m still listening to the Trump press conference. I am TRULY going to barf.

You see this? This is my barf bag. It was my grandmother’s barf bag, and her grandmother’s before that. One day I shall…

• Don’t count on Maine Republican Sen. Susan Collins to save us from Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh. Though…

We made it. Did we make it? Oh shit. I don’t think we did.

I wish the president would shut his pie hole. Every day!

Anyone else feel like today was a zillion hours long? Or is that just the news cycle?