April 1, 2020
It's the first day of the fourth month of the worst year of the decade so far. I still haven't blown up my universe. My social abilities have deteriorated from a sorry state to a sorrier one. I'm dully excited that something is happening, but sure that I'm not ready for it. I'm doing almost no "work" from home and wondering whether there will actually be repercussions, or if my job is so vestigial and pointless that it makes no difference. Not that I mind too much. I know it could easily be worse for me, personally.
Additionally, I am more easily trolled by libertarians than ever before.