The rest of the country now being on lock down too is making the loneliness of my isolation seem less weird and freaky.
Having my bubble to myself is not idea, but it is life.
Years of Shitlord's promises that we would be living together at some non-distant point meant that I didn't do so much about planning a better living situation for myself - it seems like it would be counter productive. So now I have a month, at least, of zero direct human interaction.
Definitely not going to snap and murder my entire neighbourhood.
My dad did come to my door with groceries this morning. Because bread.
It was very nice to see a human even if weird distance was required for non-rule breaking.
Otherwise, I have done nothing of note and not left my flat. I haven't even checked my mailbox since Saturday, as I have not so much as stepped out my door in that time. Just reached out for a couple of deliveries.
I am eating my snack food too fast.
I shall have to order a bunch more at some stage.
Presuming I have not snapped and murdered my entire neighbourhood.
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