Covid Diaries Number Something (95/365)

I promise to start taking good photos again soon. 

Meanwhile, here's a shot of me being harangued by me from an alternative universe. Alternate universe me also keeps testing positive for stupid Covid stupid nine stupid teen.

I hate how boring these photos are. I get to 11pm and think “Ah, shoot. I gotta throw something vaguely photographic up on the internet because my stupid brain back in January said so”. I think tomorrow I’ll take some shots of my creative use of space in this room. My use of piling is — and I don’t want to brag — Olympic-worthy.

I thought about writing something earnest and sentimental about having Covid with a stoma, but it hasn’t really affected anything. Without ratcheting up the grossness, Sammy Stoma (as he has chosen to be known) has been well behaved. There were a couple of days after testing positive that I wanted to strangle the snaky little bastard, but he’s otherwise been FINE.

I’ve made it through four seasons of Veep. It’s not as funny as The Thick of It, but it’s v good all the same.