day 1 of the quarantine: mental health so far is stable. Mid-panicking about work I stared into middle distance wondering if Wolverine loves Jean Grey because he’s Canadian and Canadian tuxedos are denim and her first name is Jean. Seems like a normal Monday for me so far.

Day 2 of the quarantine: on the office teleconference, when asked what I’m working on today, I plainly state to the rest of the team “I am once again worshipping mushrooms out of fear. You cannot kill them in a way that matters”.

still all normal everyday life stuff

Day 2 of Quarantine: hell of a time for my apartment building to suddenly not have water when it’s peak WASH YOUR DAMN HANDS times

Day 3 of Quarantine: legit got so weak I collapsed... due to a chronic illness that has nothing to do with corvid.

I know I’m gonna be ok cause I’ve just been woozily daydreaming about how badly I want to write Mysterio as a total himbo someday

Day 4 of Quarantine: I told Donut the emergency shelter in place order came down on us for the next *month* and she seems fine with that