Defrosted

The Turkmenistani is now opening several old posts a bunch.  I am assuming it must be someone stealing my identity to do crimes.

I made it to class on time, without even having to walk past Shitlord's flat.  So that is a win.

After class I ended up chatting to the other mature student, because of course the closest thing to a friend I am making in my class is the former transvestite sex worker.

I got home and cleaned out my old deep freeze that hasn't been used in about a decade and then checked it worked.  So I could then defrost (mostly) and clean out (less mostly) my freezer box on my fridge which has been being weird for a while.  Also means I can probably stock up on a bit of frozen food in case things go awful for a while - or, more likely, I catch COVID-19.  Because if anyone is going to die of it in my social group it seems like it would be me.

Now watching last night's webcast replacement for the cancelled Amanda Palmer concert in Wellington, Music in the time of Pandemic.