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sick diary

I have Covid for the second time this year. I was going to write a blog post about my 2009 as told through Tumblr posts, but the process of looking back and gathering memories combined with feeling physically pretty shitty is a lot to handle right now. Why does looking back always feel so weird? I even started writing a different, very emotional blog post last night, but decided to sleep on it. You’re getting some iteration of what I wrote, but maybe more pulled back with less stuff surrounding my childhood (lol). That deserves its own second paid tier: The Molly Soda Therapy Hour.

There’s nothing good to watch on YouTube. I’m eating a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie from Subway. My cat Chauncey is annoyed that I’ve been in bed all day so he is doing everything he can think of to get me up: knocking things over on my nightstand; jumping on the bed; walking around the house meowing; pawing me in the face; staring at me; scratching at the door when I kick him out.