So, I did a responsible thing and put myself in lockdown prior to Christmas so I wouldn’t get sick. Though I had Covid back in July, I didn’t want to risk another infection because I get to see my niece and nephew over the holidays.
It’s driving me slightly mad and I still have another week to go. There’s a part of me that is perpetually reckless and loves living wild. So, there’s this little voice in the back of my mind whispering, “fuck it.” I’m trying to ignore it but it’s getting louder.
I think it’s worse now because back at the beginning of the pandemic, everyone was stuck at home. Now I know my friends are out and enjoying laughing over drinks while I pace my (rather messy at the moment) place. I have a list of chores mocking me.
Thank heavens for good music. I present to you a peek into my state of mind in three parts.
First is Phoebe Bridgers. I stumbled upon her because of Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s friendship with her. The two Phoebes are unstoppable.
Second is Tank and the Bangas. I’ve listened to them non-stop for a couple years. Why would it change now? Actually. Make that two from them.
Finally, Sweet Crude. I love that they sing in both English and Cajun French. My French is still sad and awkward sounding but I can sing it pretty well.
That’s it. I’m tired of the cold and grey. I need the sun. I need people. I need to clean this house.