Quarantine Couture

I was *finally* able to focus at work. It wasn't enough, but supposedly next week should be quiet, so I can get back to normal. My appointment with my doc was fine. Things are so boring between us now that I don't have a killer addiction. So to speak.

We had our Zoom holiday party, I de-hoboed and put my penguin onesie on for it, but didn't try to Zoom in until noon. Or a few minutes after. And then standard technical issues kept me flickering. On the plus side, everyone got to see Lady Miss Friday and hear the new Poliça track. Amy asked about everyone's holidays, and it was a little weird, in retrospect, to just sort of vomit up a bunch of family history and discoveries. Not, I suppose, that anyone would so much as double take.

I kept my penguin onesie on after the party. It was about as warm as my hoodie, and tis the season, right? It was still kinda sunny and warmish after work, so I finally walked the $30 of tortillas back to Ralph's. I'm not really sure what it says about me that if they were any cheaper, I probably wouldn't have been willing to walk all of like....4 blocks. My greed and disdain for walking are an unstoppable force and an unmovable object. I got a lot of weird looks. Tis the fucking season, jerks. I also fucked up walking and scraped a chunk out of my toe. The same toe that's currently missing a nail.

I sent Colleen a message, inviting her to the Holiday Dinner, but she's not on FB much, so she'll see it when she sees it. Shortly thereafter, I saw a post from Tim that he broke his leg. Later in the day, he noted he might have to crash here, and asked for a ride from the hospital. Even with a bleeding toe, I initially forgot I'm carless. I offered to get him a Lyft, but didn't hear back.

I didn't find myself very hungry, but did eat some of my remaining soy curls. I didn't really want to crash at my usual time, and drank coffee all night, but also took my pills at the normal time. I figured if the coffee won, I'd have a late, spacey, stoned night. If the pills won, I'd be well rested. Around midnight, just as I was getting up to go to bed, I heard some jangling outside. Too early for a visit from Jacob Marley, but Tootie had brought Tim over. We got him set up on the couch, Tootie took off, and Tim got upset that I'm leaving my car. I tapped out before my fangs could start dripping.