I am slowly going insane…If I run out of things to do there will be madness.
I will turn on civilization and go on a rampage of destruction.
I hate being on the computer.
I WANT VACCINE. I cant take this anymore. I want to go to the dentist.
I can crochet sooo fast, now. But, that skill is worthless.
This Christmas I crocheted:
1.) A scarf for the dog
2.) 3 cat blankets
4.) 1 baby blanket - with flowers with actual stamens
5.) A king sized afghan that mimics the coast of France. There’s a baby sea turtle on it, crawling out into 3-D waves crashing onto the shoreline. It is a metaphor for covid and how we all swam out into an infinite sea of despair.
He’s murderous, El_Ver. He never stops murdering. He threw a dead mouse down the stairs at me yesterday. He tossed it up in the air. I thought, “What’s that?” Then he threw it way up in the air, gave it a good toss so it landed right next to me.
Gotta get outta here, El_Ver. 2 more months. 2 more months. We are so close to being free. We must be free.
That’s horrifying. A snuggly bedtime dead vermin. Fantastic.
I have to have my dad come over and clean up the bodies - covid quarantine violation.
I can’t do it.