Anyway, bitching/analysis of America aside; I had a phenomenal night. Read some writing that bowled me over, wrote some, saw a movie that sent me into a psychospiritual crisis, worked out said crisis by going to a random club and dancing, mostly alone, to Beyoncé. Frankly? Ideal.
The only thing that would make it better is some Talenti gelato. See this Twitter??? I respond to dessert ads! Not ads for horrible evangelical propaganda movies!!! (But actually fr I would f/w some ice cream heavy rn.)