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  • Writer's pictureKatie

The hellscape continues

We're in Week 2 of social distancing for coronavirus, and frankly, shit's fucked up.

First of all, do we even have a president anymore? Trump is like a haughty teenager any time he steps up to the mic -- he just wants to argue with people, stamp his foot and say he's right, and storm off the stage in a huff. Now he's talking about forcing open businesses again to get the economy moving. Sorry, asshole, but I'm not putting my health or anyone in my family's health at risk so you can eat at the Cheesecake Factory.

Look I get it, it genuinely is scary to see the economy collapsing before our eyes. I feel like if the virus doesn't get me, unending piles of debt will. I think R and I are lucky in that we're at least somewhat insulated -- we both work in jobs where we can work remotely and still get shit done, so we're both getting paychecks -- but I don't even want to look at my retirement account right now. I'm going to have to keep working until I keel over at my desk and they haul my lifeless corpse out of the office.

And amid all of that -- the enormous health crisis, the petulant ass of a president, the crashing of the economy -- there are still people still supporting all of it, and I'm like, WHERE'S YOUR FUCKING EMPATHY, BRO? I'm just disgusted.

People are still gathering in crowds, even though it's not healthy to do so. Every time I leave the house I am so full of fucking anxiety about it I can hardly breathe until I get back across the threshhold. My toe is still broken; my knee is still skinned. I'm honestly starting to panic a little.

And this is so stupid, but I'm going to bellyache about it a little bit: R and I booked a really fancy, relaxing vacation at a resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, for the end of May. We were hoping the worst of the coronavirus would pass before then so we could still go on our trip, but alas, we got an email from the resort that they were shutting down operations until June 1 so our trip is canceled. We're going to try to reschedule, but sometimes I feel like I can't catch a goddamn break in this universe.

Anyway, all of that was pretty well stream of consciousness. I'm just scared and stressed, and wondering about how long all of this is going to go on.

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