Nothing to Say

28 November 2022

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Over the Thanksgiving break, I wanted to try an experiment. While I know I was refraining from Tweeting, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t pretend I was Tweeting. So, on Thursday — between meal prep and World Cup matches — any time I felt like sending a Tweet, I started typing as if I were actually sending, but added it to an ongoing note on my phone instead of sending it. This is what my day looked like, as seen through Tweets not sent:


9:22 a.m. 
Christiano Ronaldo goes down more easily than DogeCoin. I dislike both. 
#WorldCup 
#POR
#GHA 


9:30 a.m. 
Yes! 
#WorldCup 
#POR
#GHA 


9:37 a.m. 
Well, poop.
#WorldCup 
#POR
#GHA 


9:46 a.m. 
Hope!
#WorldCup 
#POR
#GHA 


9:58 a.m. 
That could have been an epic finish! Quite a match. 
#WorldCup 
#POR
#GHA 


10:00 a.m. 
There’s something very disconcerting about spending the time between #WorldCup matches putting together the ingredients for stuffing. 
[ GIF of Open wide for some soccer ]


12:32 p.m.
Well, I hate it, but that was a gorgeous strike from Richarlison. 
#WorldCup 
#BRA 
#SRB 


4:24 p.m. 
This is our best in show. 
[ picture of Baker trying to eat off our Thanksgiving plates ]


11:28 p.m. 
We’ve reached that point in the evening of Thick Thursday where I’m regretting my decisions around pie. Mainly that I only had two pieces. 
[ GIF of Homer Simpson thinking about pie ] 


See you tomorrow?

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Author  Stephen Fox