The thing I love most about having coffee and breakfast after sleeping in for 8 hours on a weekend morning is how my bowels miraculously work again. Magical. Seriously, I’ve never been so regular as I was during the pandemic lockdown, when I got to sleep a few more hours every morning instead of spending …
Tag Archives: pandemic
939
Apparently this is post 939 on this blog. I would’ve rolled 1000 years ago if FecalDook and Shwitter hadn’t stolen my gas. Those platforms have really exhausted me. It’s bad enough that FB has turned into a shit pile of late: 3 posts from friends — only 1 of which is from today — and …
End Credits
Sneak out the fire door of the theater under the screen. Piss behind the building instead of waiting for an open head out front. Walk around the block to your car. Remember it’s a global pandemic and that you’re not actually going to a theater to watch a movie. Realize you’re outside of time. Nothing …
Notes from a Pandemic
Drive like there is a shortage of partsTravel like there are no rental carsEat like the store shelves are thinDine out like the staff has no insuranceConserve as if the grid could failShare as if the neighbors have nothingExercise as though the ERs are infectiousMask up as though the ICUs are fullCall like they can’t …
Wrap
The last person I hugged before the pandemic lockdown was my mother. The first person I hugged after my vaccination was…my mother. It’s pretty obvious. I am shit at this whole “building a society of friends around myself” thing. Absolute failure. Nobody else? Nobody? Nobody.