This past week has been an absolute shit-show if I’m being honest with you.
Quarantine depression has met with my seasonal depression, and the two of them have conspired with my writer’s block, so not many real words have been made.
So, aside from a handful of melancholy poems, a not even half-finished Skeleton Draft for Preptober, and a ton of crappy doodles, I really have nothing to show for the past 5-days. And my coping mechanisms kinda suck, so I’m trying out this whole bullet journaling thing I saw on Pinterest, and banning myself from buying crap I don’t need just because I had a bad day- or 197 days if we’re being entirely truthful. (Yes, that includes paper, pens, art supplies, stickers, and things I tell myself I “need” for my writing but, I really don’t. If I’m feeling extra spicy, I might even ban myself from buying Halloween stuff until I finish my Skeleton Draft…)
However, if I’m being entirely honest, this week hasn’t been all bad.
On Wednesday, my brother went and picked up a headboard for me. It’s dark brown, mocha colored wood with built in cubbies meant for books and knickknacks. I also ordered a USB C to HDMI cable so I can now connect my tablet to my TV and watch things like Hulu, Netflix, and binge watch every single Studio Ghibli movie on HBO Max.
Thursday also marked the end of Angel’s 14-day quarantine to her room. (While this is good news, I’d be lying if I said I was getting used to living “alone” again. I miss her, and it still feels really fucked up not having her here. It feels even more fucked up knowing that it’s been 18-days since she was last here, and I could last give her a hug. I didn’t know I’d miss those long, super tight hugs so fucking much, and I wish I would’ve hugged her more.)
Speaking of Angel, her mom is undergoing surgery at 6:15a.m. tomorrow. So, if all of you could keep her in your thoughts, or prayers, or just send good vibes their way, whatever you believe in you have no idea how much that would mean to me. Angel’s mom means the world to her, just like my mom meant and still means the world to me, and I don’t want her to go through that same pain. Especially when the borders are still closed, and I don’t have a passport to go up and support her like she did for me. (I’m working on that though, hopefully by the time the borders reopen, I’ll be heading up there to see them for a bit.)
So, because it’s Monday, and I’ve already had a week as it is, I’m going to try to use the rest of tonight for self-care. Today, that meant buying myself a wonton soup for dinner at work, and when I get home tonight, I plan to take a bath with some of the bath tea Angel and I bought a few weeks ago. After that, if I’m still awake, maybe I’ll start the load of laundry I wanted to put off until tomorrow and watch a couple episodes on Netflix- I’m currently watching the reboot of Roswell: New Mexico season 2. Is it the original Roswell I fell in love with that ran from 1999-2002, nope. But, this is one of those times when a TV show reboot is actually really good, and not awful.
-Sky
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