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August 2nd, 2020 @ 1:00 am
at the start of this pandemic, i was not in good shape. the first few weeks were terrible and full of what i only thought was anxiety, but now i think maybe it was more than that. i had just bounced back from bronchitis, and i went back to the office for a full 5 days. that friday, they announced we were going to be working from home indefinitely. i grabbed what i could in a spare tote that i had on my desk: my laptop, my mouse and mac keyboard. i left my fucking office plant behind, and i will forever regret it (RIP BERNIE). while walking around the city that week/month, i wasn’t wearing a mask yet… a lot of us weren’t. while i’m pretty good at using anti-bacterial if i touch anything on the trains, and washing my hands as soon as i get to the office, maybe it wasn’t enough?
the first week, i was mentally shot. i tried sitting down in my dining room and living room to work from home, not at my desk in my room. it was awful, i was uncomfortable and totally unproductive. the cat was pissy i was at home, my back hurt from sitting on the couch, i had no daily routine, my starbucks closed… i was all fucked up.
i’m usually nauseous in the morning, but this was just so extra at the time. once i realized one of the three local starbucks was still open, i went and bought four of my triple iced espressos just to have for the week. i got halfway through one of them, put it back in the fridge and that espresso and the others sat there for days before i spilled all of them out. they tasted weird. this was march 19th maybe? i haven’t had starbucks since.