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Daily Report - Tuesday March 24
Mar. 24th, 2020 10:43 pmI slept so badly last night that today felt like a loss. I've been eating pretty thoughtfully for me, but today I ate a bag of Cadbury mini eggs for dinner. The sugar is really the only thing that revived me.1
I thought about trying to sync up my journal entries with Pepys' for the same days, but I couldn't find any inspiration in his accounts of this particular spring day.
However, I did find out more about being a pod contact for the mutual aid network, and I think I can do it. Tomorrow I'll print some flyers if the office is still open.
I picked up a new planner from Good, the co-working centre where I took the Creative Work course. Good is now shut and dismantled, turned into an ordinary dwelling, with the lovely owner, immuno-compromised, living in seclusion with her partner. I brought them some seeds, but someone else had already left a much more impressive gift of sherry and toilet paper, so I felt a bit upstaged.
We exchanged a little talk and the planner from an appropriate distance.
She expressed a longing for mini eggs, which is how I came to pick some up and then, in sleep-deprived lack of willpower, eat them all. I will say -- I really enjoyed crunching them up in handfuls. Visceral. Mammalian.
LB says Nyquil cut right through her insomnia last night, so I think I'll try that tonight. I still have some left over from when I had the gross virus in January and believed that likely to be my worst encounter with contagion of the year.
Yet another of these funny shifts, large and small, to think about starting a new planner, filled so differently from the last one.
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1. I do not need any information about why this is a poor nutritional choice. I am aware.
I thought about trying to sync up my journal entries with Pepys' for the same days, but I couldn't find any inspiration in his accounts of this particular spring day.
However, I did find out more about being a pod contact for the mutual aid network, and I think I can do it. Tomorrow I'll print some flyers if the office is still open.
I picked up a new planner from Good, the co-working centre where I took the Creative Work course. Good is now shut and dismantled, turned into an ordinary dwelling, with the lovely owner, immuno-compromised, living in seclusion with her partner. I brought them some seeds, but someone else had already left a much more impressive gift of sherry and toilet paper, so I felt a bit upstaged.
We exchanged a little talk and the planner from an appropriate distance.
She expressed a longing for mini eggs, which is how I came to pick some up and then, in sleep-deprived lack of willpower, eat them all. I will say -- I really enjoyed crunching them up in handfuls. Visceral. Mammalian.
LB says Nyquil cut right through her insomnia last night, so I think I'll try that tonight. I still have some left over from when I had the gross virus in January and believed that likely to be my worst encounter with contagion of the year.
Yet another of these funny shifts, large and small, to think about starting a new planner, filled so differently from the last one.
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1. I do not need any information about why this is a poor nutritional choice. I am aware.
