Hellscape

Hellscape. Hellscape. Hellscape. Reality doesn't even feel like it's real anymore. The United States has decided to give the governors of each state the capability of re-opening whenver they see fit, and I just don't know how that is going to play out.

Like, I saw a tweet the other day about how some old couple ended up in a 3 person car accident with cars piled on top of each other. I don't know how this relates to how states re-opening on their own will, but it was definitely an opportunity to talk trash about my least favorite state in the world.

Right about now, working for the fed is a freaking dub. I won't get into it, but I'm doing well.

I tried the kickflip that the bountymen posted on the gram and ended up ripping my favorite pair of shorts and getting super dirty. The benefit of the doubt is that it was super wet and nasty. Maybe I'll go back, or maybe I won't!

Life has been super slow as of late. More time for reflection. So much refelction that I'm seeing myself in a mirror... Terrible joke. 4/10 at best. Do not pity me.

I did my laundry today. The tenant has always been super nice and quiet, and today was the first time that I said "hi" to her. She had a soft, low voice and told me to be safe. It's the little things. It's like I want to say hi to people in public, but it's kinda hard to do that with these stupid masks on our face. Oh well.

New York is still on pause. My whole entirety is moved up there. Just waiting on that call to come back.

Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

PS: I miss the Jersey Turnpike.