The only thing keeping me sane in any capacity is PowerWash Simulator.

I used to work for an elected official as the person who answered their emails. I can tell you from personal experience, if even twenty or thirty people all call an official in a day, they start panicking. This stuff does help.

TNG scene. We're in Captain Picard's ready room. No caption on this one. We see Data from behind sitting in front of Picard at his desk, face in his hands presumably expressing exhaustion or frustration or despair or anger or sadness or disbelief or

is this anything

mentioned in my official work chat I hope I don’t have norovirus. No further questions. They know I’m shiddin

Feeling blessed by the old tw*tter vibes

okie I guess we out here