I’m having a day of frustration. And it’s not even based on all that much. Just one of those days where the slightest sideways look from a stranger leaves me tensed up and annoyed. Going to the bus stop, standing in the colder-than-expected cold. The bus is ten minutes late. I walk home, send an email to my professor telling her I’m not going to be there. Pour a glass of wine. Turn on the crappy gossip tv that I love very unironically. And here I am. And I don’t feel bad for skipping class, as it has a certain obnoxious male in there who ruins it for everyone and makes any sort of progressive discourse impossible. Sometimes I have so many white girl problems.