When I saw Brexit trending on Twitter over the past few days, I assumed "Brexit" was the name of a cat on Instagram. Apparently, it's actually a really really cute name for Britain leaving the European Union. That sounds complicated, so I'm going to choose not to learn anything else about it but freak out anyway. I'm not going to let my total and complete lack of willingness to read anything in the newspaper that isn't a Cathy cartoon ("Ack!" Love it!) get in the way of my social obligation to panic. I love panicking!
C'est moi! (That's Europe for "it me!")
Here are the various ways I will choose to panic in the coming weeks. None of them involve turning on the news or picking up a book or even listening to someone explain the situation to me. That stuff would make a huge dent in all this time I've blocked out for mindless terror!