David, I'm so sorry about your friend. I don't understand why people don't believe this virus can be traumatic.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
David, I'm sorry about your friend. sj, I'm sorry about your uncle.
I've said I'm sorry so many times this year, it feels like it doesn't mean anything anymore. It's all so awful, and knowing it didn't have to happen is an extra kick in the gut.
Oh, sj, I knew I forgot something. This year has eaten my memory. I'm so sorry about your uncle.
I'm so sorry about your friend, David.
I'm so sorry about your friend, David.
Thanks. Thing is, everybody's going to have a friend like that soon. It's really raging right now. SoCal ICU's are at 0% available. They're lining up the refrigerator trucks.
Yeah, I drove around to a bunch of friends tonight dropping off cookies—and one set of friends responded yes they wanted cookies but one of them had just tested positive so please leave on the porch and they’d grab once I’m gone. Weirdly, the pediatric nurse? No COVID. The gym teacher working from home? COVID. Hoping they’re ok—fingers crossed, they’re young and healthy and the sweetest folks.
I'm so sorry about your friend, David. This year... You all know the chorus, horrible as it is.
Puppy induced insomnia sucks. He’s fast asleep again. I’m wide awake an hour later.
Oy, David. I'm very sorry about your friend. This is terrible.
Also, for other reasons, oy, meara. anti-insomnia~ma.
I was awake for about three and a half hours and eventually dozed off. Ugh. I have a bunch of work stuff that has to happen today or I’d call in sick or something.