One of the worst things about the COVID-19 pandemic is that it has revealed how nice it actually is to hang out with other people. What the hell, Covid? I feel like the Grinch at the end of the movie, except we skipped all that fun parts when he terrorizes the village below him and goes right to learning a lesson. Ugh.
With no job and no actual plan to get back to, I’ve spent most of my quarantine cooking up several possible routines designed to keep life feeling as normal as possible, all of which have fallen apart almost immediately. Instead, I spend my days following what little desires float to the surface and hoping that all this time spent sitting down isn’t causing my body to grow a tail. In the interest of recording these things for posterity the next time I wail “BuT hOw CoUlD tHinGs Be WoRsE????”, here’s a list of things I’ve done to keep sane.
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Made an inventory of all my books and came to the conclusion that I’ll probably never actually read 1/16th of them (why the fuck did I buy a lettering manual?).
Cooked my way through “Nothing Fancy”, like a millennial Julie and Julia, except Alison Roman is alive and would probably make fun of my disdain for anchovies in some devastatingly clever way.
Killed an enormous spider and cried while I did it
Made an Barefoot Contessa size-approved Aperol Spritz and took a bath.
Baked more cakes in two weeks than I have in the past two years
Watched every studio Ghibli film and discovered, to my horror, that I don’t like Kikki’s Delivery Service (nothing happens! And her cat is mean! Screw your adorable Halloween costumes, this movie sucks!)
Seriously contemplated starting a weed habit
Laid in my couch and listened to the instrumental part of the Marie Antoinette soundtrack while staring at my radiator.
Got dressed in exercise clothes and unrollled my yoga mat in the living room for Yoga with Adrienne, only to shut it off as soon as poor Adrienne started talking.
Rewatched seasons 1 through 2 of Fleabag and followed along with the scriptures as if I was in some kind of millennial witch lady BBC church.
Watched the Normal People trailer and thought “am I the only one who thinks this trailer is making it look like Marianne and Connell are, like, cheating on their lifelong partners with each other?”. That sexy music tone is too intense, Hulu. This isn’t The Affair. CHILL.
Subscribed to Haley Nahman’s newsletter and actually read the whole thing because, you know what? It was very sweet.
Cried through “The Two Popes” and “Angels and Demons” like the recovering Catholic weirdo I am.
Harassed my sister daily for pictures of her new puppy like some kind of deranged admirer who can’t take a hint.
Folded all my clothes in the KonMari method like it’s 2018 all over again
Developed a very strong contempt for corporate newsletters that start with the phrase “In these uncertain times”. Who do you think you are, FDR? Stop doing this!
Stay safe, watch Fleabag, wash them hands. Oh, and don’t come near me.