I Continue To Be Less Than Fully Happy

I saw a friend, now everything is just re-boring

It’s raining here today and my memory is very poor. I am so angry that everyone around the world is not getting the vaccine that my brain has no room. I was leaving a voice note for a friend of mine and all I could summon up from the formerly vast stock of facts in my head was “Joe Alwyn.” Here are some things I remember: obviously, Taylor Swift/Joe Alwyn, only men and my mother like sweet pickles, the podcast Appearances made me sob in great heaving gulps.

This past weekend I went to Oakland for 18 hours; it was like going to Paris for ten years. I had to go for work, although I guess I could have refused the work. I stayed in a hotel, where I wore a medical-grade mask in the hallways. I went out for dinner at a place where you sit outside, my friend and I rode together in a car with masks on, I went into several stores for the assignment I had, also wearing my medical-grade mask. Was any of this stupid or selfish? I’m not going to say “I don’t care” because I do, I’m not going to say “It was all worth the risk” because how do I know that? If you saw something on social media or the news about full mall parking lots and you were like “idiots” one of those cars was mine and I was working and I’m not saying I’m an idiot or not an idiot, just that if you spot a little red…