I’m reading my utility bills and itemizing expenses.
Also, Comcast is terrible.
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I’m reading my utility bills and itemizing expenses.
Also, Comcast is terrible.
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I like squirrels. They don’t hurt anyone, and they’re creative problem solvers.
This will probably get me disowned.
I’d like to pick up the Nine again, but this isn’t a great time for it.
I keep rediscovering good stuff. Like, who is Sade and why do I have so much of her stuff liked?
Oh. Right.
Anyway, it’s sha-day.
Even the gym is now lost to me. I weep for a world that was.
I want to take umbrage at the Colorado jokes, but these days the restaraunts have closed indoor seating, grocery stores are operating on reduced hours, bars are closed entirely, and the weed stores are open.
The madness has set in, and I’ve lost all contact with who I used to be. I’ve started doing cardio.
I go to the gym in the dead of night to avoid the crowds. Other nocturnal gym-goers are there. We hiss at each other like the protagonists in bad vampire movies. They stay on their side of the gym, and I stay on mine.
Amazon has lost my deliveries, and I fear the supermarket.
And the Sun.