Maybe the real April Fools were the friends we made along the way…

So, I was initially thinking about naming this blournal entry: “Make April Fools’ Day Great Again'“, especially since nearly everything to do with Trump and the MAGA movement feels like a needlessly dragged out April Fools joke that refuses to end. It’s no wonder why everyone on my socials has been calling for April Fools’ Day to be cancelled. The current political climate is so goddamn farcical in its own right and it’s really fucking hard to compete with that shit, which would certainly be a good explanation as to why the enthusiasm for April Fools’ Day has waned so considerable in recent years. I scoured through my socials this morning during breakfast and so far, I haven’t seen anything that could even remotely be construed as a good April Fools’ joke. Either that or I’m the fool because I’m so goddamn numb to the ever-increasing absurdity of the world. Or possibly both. Yeah, I think it’s a bit of both.

Alas, the day is still young and there’s still plenty of opportunities for my cynicisms to be proven wrong, but… not gonna lie, I’m feeling pretty numb to April Fools jokes at this point so… yeah, it’s gonna be tough. Anyway, I’m about to head off to the gym shortly so I’ll wrap things up by saying…

…nothing. Sorry, I got nothing. Pardon me. I’m just not a funny person. Well, I’m funny but not ha-ha funny. Or at least I’m not when I try to be. Maybe I just need to work on it a wee bit more.