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Saturday, 18 April 2020

Four weeks

I has been four weeks since Level 2 but me on lockdown.
Four weeks on no human contact.
Four weeks during which I have left the house.... only four times for short walks around the block.  Fuck, I really need to walk more.
I have not been to a shop of an sort.  I have not visited anyone or been visited, unless my father talking through the doorway as he drops stuff off once a week.

I may have gone crazy.

I have definitely gone uglier.  I am scaly and weird.  On my hands from overwashing and on my face for no reason I can determine.  But scales, like a reptile or a bird (which is really just a reptile that we are nicer about), of weird dry skin.

And after seven days I finished my lolly cake slab cake.
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