Going into day 8 of not seeing a single other soul has me in an internet rabbit hole about cobra starship, who I absolutely forgot was a thing

day 9: decided to finally stop wallowing in my sickness (bronchitis, not covid) and deep clean the apartment / organize all my drawers bc healthy is a state of mind and whatnot. also you can get rx medications otc delivered here over phone & suddenly going home is less attractive

approaching day 10: is my joint pain a sign of coronavirus or a result of barely leaving my bed in the past 10 days

day 11: i'm so anxious that my anxiety has anxiety

day 12: one of my co-workers is a dj and throwing a house party over Skype for business so that's where we're at mentally

day 13: dan is never picking the movie again

day 14: being Extremely Anxious For No Reason about my future / future timelines even though I know I should CHILL

day 16 alone. can't go out bc you need to have a permit. constantly wondering if my sister is ok at work and worrying about my parents. team budget is gone so don't have work to distract me. eating disorder is back in full force for no discernible reason. sleep is in shambles.

day 17: today i counted that the long side of my apartment is 30 steps end to end

day 20: dan is maybe allowed to pick the movie again

day 24: the only way i know how many days it has been anymore is by seeing the number of days since the last time i added a tweet to this thread