I meant to write something fabulous for Christmas. Ours was the general uneventful it typically is--hanging out in here, avoiding the world of the infected. There are so many now.
Don's only friend died the day I wrote that last entry. He was a colleague, and someone he really enjoyed working with--though we knew he had it, dying of it was something I was worried about for him, but I think it shocked the shit out of Don. As time has gone on, Don appears to be one of only two people in his department who is not infected. You think I am kidding? No, no I am not. The other guy lost his brother so is maybe not as carefree as some of his colleagues have been. I have clearly been on Don's ass about this since I am not keen to die and all, and I think some of my insistence may have saved him some grief, and me, too. He got his test after the mess in his office and it was negative.
He has been working for a contractor and though the government appeared to be taking steps to protect them for a while, for some ...
I am terrible with updates. Not that I have all this amazing shit going on. That's a lot of it. I tell my birth father I try not to bug him so much with shit news because who wants to hear it. It's as fun as having no news, so I am less revealing in this place than I would normally want to be. But there isn't a hell of a lot to reveal. We're in a pandemic, after all.
I did hear back about my echo. Somehow the test was better than the last one I had in May. I am not shocked, not really. I have this pretty sweet ability to use this mind of mine to make shit happen. Not anything super amazing, mind you, but survival. Survival I do like nobody else. It's a magic I have been able to employ since my strokes haven't taken away my ability to imagine a better life or outcome for myself.
One thing I have learned in this life of mine. I hate that "everything happens for a reason" saying. I really do. Things happen because something is happening all of the time. Especially in ...
Can you imagine what future historians are going to think of our roaring twenties? Maybe it will be known as the Corona 20's vs the Roaring Twenties. What an absolute disappointment, right?
The truth is there were very few of us who saw this shit coming like I did. There were a few, we all commented on the same articles, but ultimately I have already realized my monetary value is not high, given I am not working to actually get paid at it. Everything I do is trying to help in the ways I am able. Sometimes I'll offer the snarky solution, sure. But I have been collecting all this shit to get this WP class under my belt so I can employ all I learned about SEO and that stuff...but the point is, I know my missing monetary value has removed some of my value value, and even when I was working, the things that took it away were not small. From medicine to food to rent to wage garnishment, there was always some hospital and doctor or dentist I might or might not be able to pay., nothing unnecessary, at least, but I was also the psycho ...
