Almost 200 days since this shit began for me. March 6th. I still haven't left the house. Been four? five? days. No desire to go anywhere or do anything. Nothing on the horizon that will motivate me to leave the house either. Probably not until the weekend. That will be like 10 days in the house. Yeah that's just great for my mental health. Good times. Reading an article yesterday about the upswing in bunker sales. I actually get it for once. I would love to randomly find a door in my yard that went to some secret bunker. Hide out until 2030. Give the world a decade to figure its shit out. Bought a new t-shirt yesterday. Trent has made pandemic shirts. The one I got for me has the outline of the US with fire filling it and the words 2020Broken on the front. On the back "climbed up real high fall down real far". Got one for B titled every day is exactly the goddamn same with that text on the front repeated except down the bottom where it says "there is no love there is no pain, every day is exactly the same". Sums up the year pretty well I think. NIN store if you want your own souvenior of this hellscape. I am waiting for someone to make "I lived through the 2020 pandemic and all I got was this lousy t-shirt". Worked on docs. Made chicken. Went to bed. Tossed and turned. Had weird dreams of car crashes and nanobots. Welcome to my hell.
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