The last time I tried to track a day in quarantine, I was considerably less jaded and a lot more bubbly. Granted, it was only a few weeks into this whole mess. The poem I wrote tracking my quarantined day back in the humble beginnings was pretty OK, and if you want to read it, it’s right here. Now that we’re knee-deep into this crapfest, I don’t care for pleasantries or the try-hard “positive vibes.” Currently, I’m just trying to make it to the end of the day without losing more of my already diminished sanity and willpower.
My alarm just went off. It’s only been, like, five hours since I knocked out. God, I shouldn’t have taken so many 9 a.m. classes. Whatever, at least I still have 10 minutes before class; maybe I can take a few more minutes …
… Dang. That’s the third class I’ve missed this week. Whatever, I’ll just watch the Zoom recording later. I guess I have to get up for breakfast now, huh? I’ll get some after scrolling through my Instagram feed real quick.
All right, let’s go get some breakfast. I have class in another 20 minutes, so I have to make this quick. Hmm, what’s in the fridge today? Oh, this slice of pizza looks good. Sure, I’m down.
Crap, I’ve got to take a deuce. Hold on, let me join my Zoom meeting right now, turn off my mic and video and then leave.
Is … is that my teacher asking me to turn on my video? Dang it, now I have to hurry up. I was just about to get up anyway, sheesh.
OK, I’m getting bored again. I’m just going to switch windows, nobody will notice and I can watch highlights from the NBA game yesterday.
Yay, that class is done and dusted. Well, more like just done, but that’s cool too. Guess I’ll take a shower now.
All right, so that was a nice shower. Should I have lunch? Eh, sure. I guess I’m sort of hungry.
Wait, I have class at 1:30. Thank God for Berkeley Time. I guess I’ll have to DoorDash something.
All right, that’s the last class of the day. Time to eat.
I don’t feel like moving. Screw it, I guess I’ll Netflix and chill with myself and my bed.
Yikes, now my muscles won’t budge. I really need to stop lying still and watching Netflix for four hours every day, or else I’ll have deep vein thrombosis before Netflix can ask me if I’m still there.
Oh, boy, it’s almost time for my daily stress session! What to worry about today? Do I have COVID-19? What assignments am I late on? Did I really submit that quiz the other day? When will all this end?
OK, time for dinner. Guess I’ll just have some water and whatever’s in the fridge. Nothing excites me anymore.
Out of everything quarantine has given me, insomnia has to be the most annoying, hands down. It’s like just waiting to sleep, except sleep never comes, and when you think about sleep coming, it just goes further and further away.
Screw it, I’ll listen to some ASMR.
Wow, this might actually be working …