Things are weird

So, Troy Champion died.

We’ve been going to school together since kindergarten and while I remember him as kind of a smartass and not someone I would call a friend, he’s still someone I know who is my age. And he died from corona.

Every time you look away, it gets closer. Like those creepy angels from Dr. Who. Pretty soon it’s going to get uncomfortably close, and I’m not ready for that. But really, who the hell cares what we are ready for?

Cough is better but I’m sure it’s going to act stupid tomorrow when I’m at work.

Drank an ungodly amount of whiskey last night and still recovering. I fell asleep and took a nap and woke up feeling like absolute shit, but not sick, just dehydrated.

Some things I’ve been wondering about are a little clearer, but I’m still unsure. These days I’m not sure about anything.

As the Greeks once cursed us-

“May you live in interesting times.”

...my people were dicks.