C-rona chronicles: day 4

8:00 – I managed to grow a ZZ Top-like beard overnight. I'm now convinced that my post-apocalyptic destiny is to become a folk rock legend.

8:01 – I've abandoned my dream of becoming a folk rock legend. Apparently, as a musician you only make money when touring and my butt is already fusioned to this couch.

3:00 – Either I became a master of intermitting fasting or the prospect of getting up to cook something is so daunting my hunger subsides.

3:01 – Just kidding. Hunger prompted me to become a Michelin-star chef. This instant ramen is delicious.

4:25 – I wonder if accepting brownies or cookies from strangers is safe. Maybe I could trade a fresh batch for something.

4:26 – First fight of the TP club. We're not supposed to talk about just happened. My left hand beat my right hand. I'm allowed to put a fresh roll in the bathroom.