DAYS 12 AND 13
Tuesday and Wednesday, Nov. 17-18
My quarantine was initially supposed to end on Tuesday, but my doctors told me I had to extend it until Thursday or I would not be allowed to get my preventative chemo treatment on Friday. It’s very unlikely that I have the virus. No symptoms at all, and previously tested negative. The masked woman who lives upstairs, who previously tested positive, has completed her quarantine, and is back to teaching schoolchildren. Thankfully, her symptoms remained minor and they have diminished. She has to wear the mask and keep a distance from me for one more day. I intend to unmask her on Thursday. It will kind of be like that TV show where there is a singer wearing a goofy mask, except it probably won’t be anything like that at all.
I don’t believe in ghosts.
The stuttering lawyer from My Cousin Vinny is a better lawyer than Rudy Giuliani.
Kim Reynolds essentially said, “I’m so disappointed in you, citizens of Iowa, you didn’t take any personal responsibility to control the spread of the virus, so now I will punish you by not taking any personal responsibility to control the spread of the virus.”
If they ever do a reboot movie based on the series “Star Trek, The Next Generation,” I’d like it if Bryan Cranston with a shaved head played Captain Picard. Also, I wanna be ship counselor Deanna Troi. I’ll get surgery if I have to, I’m that committed. If Cranston can shave his beautiful head and speak with a British accent, I can get me some boobs.
I eat one banana every day, with few exceptions. I eat other things too.
It really is amazing that Donald Trump's entire life has been just acting like a spoiled, whiney, entitled douchebag about everything, with frequent temper tantrums, and everyone has just let him do it for almost 80 years. If just once, someone had said, “Hush, child, grown ups are talking about grown up things,” the world would be a better place.
I’ve never been to Disneyland or Disneyworld, but the song “It’s a Small World, After All” has been stuck in my head since I was six years old.
Today’s quarantine playlist: Don Henley, Kiss, Bon Jovi, Eddie Money, Queen, Brian May, Jim Croce.
Overall status: Perpetually confused.