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Quarantine Diaries: An Average Day
7:15 am
I wake up from a bizarre dream — going to a waterpark with Lindsey Bliss, a girl I knew in middle school but haven’t seen or thought about since 2003.
Hungover from the night before, I chug 2 large glasses of water. I feed my dog, Daphne, praying that she will not ask to go outside for at least a few more hours. When the dog seems satisfied with being fed, we return to bed and fall fast asleep.
10:00 am
I wake up again. This time it sticks. Immediately, I look at my phone. First, I play a podcast; my favorite show from the day’s new releases. Then I look to see if I got any text messages overnight. I do not.
I open Instagram, where I get lost in other people’s grids and stories. I try to figure out what I am going to post for the day. I go through my own photos app, again and again, trying to find a professional-looking, cute photo that I have not yet posted. I can’t find one. I try to start writing a meaningful caption in my notes app. I can’t. I go back to looking at others’ stories and grids. Frustrated, I put down my phone. Excited, I remember to take my Adderall.
12:00 pm
I take my dog out. Head back inside, brush my teeth, and figure out how I am going to caffeinate and feed my body for the day.
