I got up this morning after six hours of sleep and thought – ok, today sucks already because I’m cold and tired but maybe I can get some writing done. I walked into work this morning to hear my most offensive coworker complaining about a professor very reasonably giving a young woman an extension on turning in some work because she’s dealing with a Title IX incident (for my non-US followers, that means that she’s either been harassed or assaulted). I – am currently sitting here trying not to clench my fists, or my teeth, because I’ve said what I could say without actually getting into a shouting match with the coworker in question (much as I’d like to), and yet I am still incredibly angry because no, you do not just “get over” fucking sexual harassment, it’s fucking traumatic, and GODS this woman is a piece of shit. Also, it’s the start of fall and I just kind of want to curl up and not deal with anything for the next six months or so because fuck winter and the cold and the dark, that’s why.