Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Friday, December 31, 2021

Can't run anymore.

After nearly two years of paranoia, two years of double masking and social distancing and constant application of hand sanitizer and bobbing and weaving around anything that smelled like a threat to my health, I learned today that I tested positive for COVID-19. 

Specifically, the omicron variant. Nothing's too bad so far (the benefits of getting vaccinated), but I can't help but be scared. Scared of what may become of me by the time my isolation period is over and scared that I might accidentally spread the virus to my mother. She's old, but very rarely does it come across. Even so, I genuinely don't know what I would do if something happened to her. 

Seriously, how and why was it so hard for the former administration to compel its citizens (mainly the followers of the former President who persist even today) to come together as one people and find a way past this dilemma?

And the bitch of this? I was just a couple of days away from getting a vaccine booster. Omicron is said to overcome even the booster, but it never hurts to be extra prepared.

Given that I work from home, I'm not even sure if I can take off of work just to isolate. I should probably check on that next week.

I mean really, I had two doctor's appointments next week and I was going to do some much needed shopping.

For real, every single anti-vaxxer, corrupt politician, misinformation spreader...everyone responsible for this needs to be punched in the crotch until they puke blood. Man, do I wish this were legal.

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Tuesday, December 21, 2021

There was once a time where I would frequent Arby’s on the regular. (The other week, I had a doctor’s appointment that ended up canceled. Across the street was the former space of the primary location I dined at. In the years since, it’s been replaced with a Tim Hortons.) 

The other day, after I saw Nightmare Alley, I had a ridiculous craving for it. Hearkening back to the olden times of my post-collegiate years, I got the Chicken Bacon Swiss meal. Much as I enjoyed the food, the price (roughly $12 for the meal) reminded me why I don’t eat there as much. Once a cheapskate...

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