I don’t know what day it is. You see, friends, I have been gishing for 753 years, or at least it feels that way right about now. In reality, we are 3 out of 8 days in, and the gish-exhaustion (gishxaustion?) is real. We all feel it, the desire to slam face first into a pillow for 13 days straight and maybe not talk to anyone or do anything more strenuous than coerce Netflix to the next episode. If you’re gishing, you may even want to take a break, ignore the group chat, and pretend you don’t have a zillion strange, silly, wonderful little things to do in order to tackle Misha’s insane task list by Saturday, August 12. Do I really want to spend half a day baking cookies for my local firemen and drop them off personally to those brave, handsome men? Okay, well, the answer to that one is an emphatic yes, obviously, but not all gish-tasks are that easy. Sometimes they are uncomfortable, sometimes they can even be embarrassing. In fact, if you’re not a little nervous to pull off a task, you’re probably doing it wrong. It’s not all wanking, though, Steve.
As a long-time gisher, I’m going to encourage you to practice self-care, of course, but also DON’T GIVE UP. Ignore the inkling to go quietly into that dark night, because GishWhes is just getting started. We’ve still got to change the world, one list task at a time, and we have a few more days to do it together, dear friend. Don’t give up, don’t give in, make sure you hydrate and let’s get out there and do some good.