The past going on 2 weeks have been spent for the most part cooped up in the apartment. Mind you, I’m on disability so being cooped up in an apartment is nothing new. The difference now is I have to be. Once I have to do something, it’s the last thing in the world I want to do. So here I sit absolutely bonkers with having to stay inside, typing out a blog post because if I don’t, I’m going to go fucking crazy.

I have learned a few things along the way. First and foremost, I suck at being a teacher. I don’t have the skills or the patience required to do it.

Second, my dog likes to lay all over me anytime I pick up this ipad to do anything.. My arms are cramped because I’m hunched into a corner of the chair while she takes a nap on me. Of course. Because there’s nowhere else to nap, is there? She’s lucky she’s cute.

Third, I don’t like rewrites and/or editing. I’d rather be writing, writing, writing, but where I am in the process deems rewrites and edits necessary. Balls, I tell ya. Complete balls.

Fourth, I have no idea the point to this post. Other than to rant, to get it all out there so that some day years from now when I come across this memory, I can say “back in my day” to any of the Quaranteenies that are sure to be born this December.

Maybe I should have named this post after that. Quaranteenies.

Fifth… I’ve got nothing, y’all. Nothing. I’m even reverting to my southern slang as now the pup decides to lay on my hands as well.

Be safe. Stay the fuck away from everyone as much as you can. Do it like your life depends on it, because it just might.

Much love to all of you!

Xoxo
Carlie