Woke up to my watch telling me that lifestyle has significantly changed for the worse over the past few weeks. Thanks. This is great, helpful.
Just the past few weeks? Not the last year? 4+ years?
This is how they get you. They keep trying to trick you into thinking there’s such a thing as now, distinct from then.
Anyways, another round of COVID. Jesus I extremely do not want my health to be the only thing I ever have to talk about on this website anymore.
Maybe we could interrogate what or who I mean when I say Jesus. Probably not who you think!
My health is bad and my sides are sore from coughing and there’s something weird going on inside my mouth and I’m worried my brain will turn to slush again, or that it already has but I’ll go on thinking it hasn’t until I realize much later that it has been slush for a while, which is what happened last time.
Sometimes you suspect you might be an idiot. And then one day realize: I am an idiot.
But instead let’s talk about how stressed I am about my new scooter. I meant to mention it earlier. It’s great. The scooter is not stressful in and of itself. It is a keen way to get around town and I love it. But I read somewhere about how you have to be mindful of the battery, and you shouldn’t leave it unused for 30 days, or if you do you’re in trouble. I don’t know, it stops working or something.
So every day I’m laid up in bed and quarantined and masked and I do not have the strength to go outside or whatever and all I can think of is counting the days until this scooter I bought stops working just because I keep having the symptoms of a global pandemic. This is how they get you.
Personally I love owning things that exist to convince me I am not who I think I am. Owning things is so hardcore. There’s no way to own things and be a little bitch about it.
Write this, to the angel in the church of Sardis: I know you. I know your work. You have the reputation of being hot, but you are mid.