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I Said I’d Blog More, Then I Didn’t

I know, I know. Groundbreaking. I said I’d do a thing in 2020 and then, well… didn’t. Who has the time in a world where we are constantly inundated with nothing but endless hours? And how have those endless hours still somehow managed to be constantly occupied? Time has no meaning, yada, yada, yada…

2020 has become the year of cliches. That’s not a shot on anyone. Everyone’s brains are just too fried to come up with anything clever regarding everything that’s going on. We hear (and say) the same things over and over an over again. “Time has no meaning anymore,” “wear a mask,” “stop trying to kill your neighbor so you can play tennis, Karen.”

That’s rambly, but I did kind of kick this off admitting that I had nothing to say.

The point of these things is to provide updates, right? Everyone’s always asking for them these days. We’ve hit this point where we’re in a constant loop of neverending small talk with loved ones because we simply don’t have any updates to give. I’m not dodging you, dad, I just literally have nothing new to say. I’m one of the lucky ones with a job, so I work. That’s it. That’s the story. Sometimes I play Fall Guys if I’m feeling squirrelly.

Maybe that’s what we’re doing here. It’s an update to say that there is no update. I’m in the same level of stasis everyone else is. I’m privileged enough to be able to remain home. My butt goes numb sometimes because no matter how often I get up and move around I’m still in the same spot all day every day. I hang out with my dog, I work, and I do what I can to be helpful in some meaningful way while we all remained trapped because over half of America can’t be fucked to wear a mask and stay away from people they don’t even really like.

I also order too much takeout.

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