the plague diaries: Day Three

I have a mild headache right now, but I can't tell if it's from covid or the fucking vein throbbing in my forehead.[1]

I am going to write a screenplay. The working title is, "Can she make it through quarantine with her ex without murdering them and burying them in the backyard?[2]"

They are extremely fortunate the basement floor has already been poured. Just sayin'.

I emptied eleven boxes today, did five loads of dishes, and re-packed two boxes that will be leaving with the housemate. And put away stuff. (So much stuff. We only had a 10 x 10 kitchen before the renos, Why Do We Have So Much Stuff?)

This has not noticeably reduced the piles of boxes in the living room.

One more day should be enough to finish unpacking the kitchen. Then I guess I'll move on to shit like taxes and paperwork. I had to cancel all the appointments I made this week and I can't do anything social because of this fucking virus.

I wonder if the liquor store delivers.

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[1] Actually from dust. I'm allergic, and there was a lot of it. The mask helps.
[2] Place your bets now.