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Day two of quarantining: found a guy on tik tok who makes videos of himself removing parasites from shrimps; found out he also has a YouTube channel doing the same thing.
It’s been three hours.
It’s been three hours.
Day two update two: Tried to make real food on the stove and burnt the fuck out of my arm.
Day three: the earthquake killed our power. Why is this a real month?
Day three: eating creamies and hanging out with my in-laws! 
We may have officially broken quarantine to spend time with family but I wouldn’t have it any other way!
We may have officially broken quarantine to spend time with family but I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Day four: Its Emilia’s half birthday and I’m not okay.
It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and I haven’t done anything productive except keep my child and husband fed.
Day 4: I just ordered pizza through a drive-thru
Day five: https://twitter.com/cndrblvcksmile/status/1240984868667838464?s=21 https://twitter.com/cndrblvcksmile/status/1240984868667838464
Day 5: Diego ordered 7/11 door drop off and I’m excited to drink my slurpee but if it makes me vomit again I’m going to cry
5: my child has refused a nap all day and my fever is making me delirious.
Day six of quarantine: I think I had food poisoning yesterday because I feel like 70% better
What’s the point of having animal crossing if you also have a very needy six month old who refuses to be set down for any reason whatsoever.
Day Seven, WHAT ITS BEEN SEVEN DAYS AND I HAVEN’T CLEANED ANYTHING BUT BABY BOTTLES?! Diego needs to go back to work because he makes me very lazy and not productive. I’m mad.
Also I’m still sick
Day seven: Diego’s family brought us food, and medicine, and took our dirty laundry to wash it. 
Day eight: Thank god for animal crossing
Day eight: Diego is still sick, he missed wfh today.
I currently have so many cookies. This is isolation heaven.
Day nine: Emilia woke up at six for no good reason. I’m tired.
Day ten: Mental health is crap today.
Emilia has been fussy and cranky all day and I just wanted to have a simple relaxing day.
Day 11. Holy fuck man. I wanna go do things. Anything.
Can you postmates stuff from the liquor store?
DAY TWELEVE OF QUARANTINE: https://twitter.com/cndrblvcksmile/status/1243629694638903296?s=21 https://twitter.com/cndrblvcksmile/status/1243629694638903296
Have I eaten nothing but cookies for the last three days? I can neither confirm or deny
Day thirteen of quarantine. It’s my anniversary.
I wanna go for a walk around downtown and eat yummy Italian food.
Day fourteen. Does this mean I’m good? I can go outside now?
Yesterday we went to the store and had to pay rent. I expected it to be a ghost town outside, it’s not. People really be acting like its business as usual.
DAY SIXTEEN: There’s been a lot of people on my timeline talkin’bout how they have cleaned their house from top to bottom and they’ve only been home for five days. Are they lying or am I just actually a lazy sack of shit? 
16: Tomorrow I’m going to the liquor store on D’s lunch break. I want strongbow and tequila and whiskey and literally anything but beer honestly.
Day 17: 
17: I finally bought tequila and Strongbow.
18: Diego’s work made us go outside and take pictures.
18: D’s work also bought us Noodles for lunch and brought us bread and jam.
Day 19: Emilia woke up scowling and whining today. And I work up with a migraine. So it’s gonna be a long day for both of us.
Day 21: The benefit of not ever seeing my irl friends is that I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything being stuck in the house for three weeks.
Day 22: https://twitter.com/cndrblvcksmile/status/1247249070386630656?s=21 https://twitter.com/cndrblvcksmile/status/1247249070386630656
Day 23: Why aren’t any grocery stores actually doing pick up? I am officially out of food and starving and all I wanna do is make a god damn salad.
Day 24: Furlough
Day 24: how much is paint? I wanna paint my house so bad
Day 25: Finally got Chinese takeout. 
Day 26: I want a nap
Day 27: My child woke me up at 5 am and refused to let me go back go sleep so I’m drinking Red Bull and eating Cheetos for breakfast.
Day 28: I’m tired
Day 30: I need a hobby.
Day 31: I ordered hair clippers. 
Day 32. 
Day 33. Sleep regression is hell
Day 34: I cut my bangs and my clippers arrived today. I’m gonna be a whole new bitch after quarantine.
Day 36: it’s 90 degrees in my house and it’s 8 pm.
Day 37: TIME IS FAKE
Day 38: I want a cute friend group wine night to just bitch about life and shower each other in compliments when this is over.
Day 39: I was making cinnamon sugar to put on toast for breakfast and I almost made chili powder sugar instead. 
Also I’m an adult and can eat whatever I want to, don’t judge me.
Also I’m an adult and can eat whatever I want to, don’t judge me.
Day 40: Today I’m grateful. Grateful that my body apparently doesn’t need more than four hours of sleep a night.
Day 42: I’m bored and don’t want to be in this house anymore.
Day 43: a mobile baby is an exhausting baby.
Day 44: IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!
Day 45: another selfie 
Day 46: Diego’s work sent chocolate filled churros from San Diablo and I’m in heaven.
Day 48: I wanna go to a park and play with Mia so bad. I have the worst cabin fever today.
It’s raining. Fuck
DAY 50: WHAT?!!?! Fifty days?!!
Day 53: The last two days have been so nice.
I lost this thread. And we’ve been going out with masks on, but it’s still Day 68.
