Poor coping strategies.

I can't stand my country sometimes, like right now. I guess a good way to cope with that feeling would've been doing some more work on one of my nonprofits' websites - a couple of them are tangentially related to this shit - but I let myself get so angry I couldn't see straight, so I just took some fucking kratom so I can maybe get to sleep at some point tonight.

I wish I could, like, buy a plane and fly women out of Texas. And bake something for Trayvon Martin's family, or whatever they need done. The Phryne Fisher/Jane Crocker approach to problems.

Going to San Francisco next week.

We'll be there for five days. What should I do? My only solid plans at the moment are the Muir Woods, Chinatown, and Japantown.