Due to the coronavirus, the very people who probably don’t wipe their asses enough are hoarding toilet paper—literally filling their carts with it. There are videos of these idiots fighting over the last package as if the didn’t have showers.
Did they think to hoard soap? Nope!
This ends Week 1 of the U.S. Coronavirus Apocalypse. Survival freaks have been waiting for this time for most of their lives. And now it’s here. And what are they doing? Taking off from work, napping and and binge watching Fleabag or whatever.
The official term for this is “working from home“. It’s actually the reason I’m divorced. I typically work from home as a freelancer; but when my ex-wife decided she wanted to not go to her actual job and “work from home” as much as possible, I began to realize that I didn’t actually like her without having nine hours away from her daily.
Anyway, I have been eating vegan and abstaining from hard liquor for 17 days now. I am sleeping better, but the phytoestrogens from the soy and the carbs have basically turned me into a hairy, bald woman.
Dinner was a vegan Oklahoma smash burger, made from the remaining Impossible Meat from 10 days ago. Impossible’s website says to use three days after opening, but the “best by” date was the next day and it looked and smelled ok so I decided to take a chance. The burger was less springy than a few days ago, but tasted fine. Good to know.
I listened to the new Jay Electronica album. Jay Z was also on that album somewhat.