“Now I am really upset!”, he muttered angrily to himself, as he took another swig of mass-market Pinot Noir and continued grimly scrolling through his Facebook feed. So many Republicans having unprotected sex, and then what comes next: more Republicans! Will there be no end to this madness? Something has to change!
He finally had had enough, and decided to take matters into his own hands. “I’ll subscribe to Netflix!” he thought to himself, and jotted this momentous decision down on the napkin next to his computer, so he would not forget it tomorrow when he reviewed his to-do list, which filled out the rest of the blank spaces on the food-stained paper towel which had accompanied his lunch.
Now he boldly projected himself mentally into the next morning, and envisioned himself sitting in this same chair, savoring a nice cup of strong dark coffee. He almost blurted out a sigh of satisfaction in anticipation, but first he would have to endure the night, and all of the complications that came with that dark and ambivalent time, overflowing as it does with nocturnal ambiguities and unanswered entreaties to the guardians dear who gather near and appear to take notes while he tosses and turns and dreams of being elsewhere.
The night! When it seemed as if hours had passed, he would look at the clock and in dismay, realize that only 5 minutes had gone by since his last clock check. This definitely disturbed him, this arbitrary play of time. He tried his left side first, but soon switched to his right. Neither offered him the release into oblivion which he sought, and so he lay there on his back, staring up into the darkness, feeling as if this must be what hell is like — tossing and turning in bed while Republicans consolidate their power in the House and Senate.