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28 November 2022

Un-sented Tweet.

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?

(This originally appeared on a blog.)