Now that the entire world is on lockdown, I've begun to realize that my normal state is a state of quarantine. That's mostly how I spent February, anyway: sitting in my apartment either in bed or in front of my computer (and sometimes, decadently, both), and grudgingly schlepping to the bodega a block away when I ran out of chicken apple sausages (they come in packs of four). I only have class twice a week this semester, which means I've gone days without putting on shoes that aren't gray and fuzzy and from Brookstone.
Talking cure, 3/16/20
Talking cure, 3/16/20
Talking cure, 3/16/20
Now that the entire world is on lockdown, I've begun to realize that my normal state is a state of quarantine. That's mostly how I spent February, anyway: sitting in my apartment either in bed or in front of my computer (and sometimes, decadently, both), and grudgingly schlepping to the bodega a block away when I ran out of chicken apple sausages (they come in packs of four). I only have class twice a week this semester, which means I've gone days without putting on shoes that aren't gray and fuzzy and from Brookstone.