Yesterday, I wore not one but two masks while I was at work; it kept my anxiety at bay. I repeated the action today, only to have multiple panic attacks for the first two hours of my shift. I literally have no idea why; we haven’t had another positive Covid test. But I just felt trapped and panicked and I couldn’t turn that feeling off no matter what I did.
It finally stopped on my first break. It didn’t bother me for the rest of the day. Thank Primus for small favors.
I managed to snag a few more staples; most of the experts are saying that the next three months are going to be difficult. I have no intention of leaving the house: my life will consist of going to work, then going home. I want to avoid the general public at all costs.
I’m really glad that Prime grabbed a Switch when he did; they’re all but impossible to find now. I may not be able to hang out with my friends, but I can help a few people with a Dynamax Adventure or a Max Raid Battle. It helps.
It’s not long until Christmas; honestly, it doesn’t feel like December at all. It won’t be long until we start a new year. All I know is everyone better shout “Jumanji!” at 23:59:59 on New Year’s Eve to get us the hell out of this bullshit.