Dear Diary, Today I Didn’t Commit Murder. Progress. Vol. 4.

(Vol. 4 — The Universe is Gaslighting Me, And I’m Contemplating Arson)

Alright, you magnificent, rage-fueled dumpster fires of human endurance. You’re back for another installment. Which means you either possess the unshakeable fortitude of a titanium-reinforced badger, or your therapist told you to seek “community engagement” and you figured this hell-blog was cheaper than a co-pay.

Or, perhaps, you simply enjoy watching t…