Day #0
Just days before my favorite little underground cooler-than-you indietronica-alt-rock band comes to campus, I test positive for COVID. Although my grief is overwhelming, I will try to remain optimistic
Day #1
I have listened to Piano Man 37 times.
Day #2
I have developed a deep emotional attachment to the air filter that isolation housing gave to me. She makes me laugh. I learn something new about myself every time I’m with her. I’ve never felt this way before — she’s the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. And for the first time in my life, I want to get better. And I think it’s because of her.
Day #3 I’m pretty much fine now. Asymptomatic, even. I thought I was going to test out so I took a rapid early. The line was SO FAINT. I’m getting out tomorrow for sure. And honestly, it’s okay if I’m in here for longer. I don’t really like leaving my dorm, or going outside, or talking to people. I’m actually grateful that I have this opportunity to dedicate myself fully to my studies, free of distractions or happiness. I’m working on myself now. I’m healing.
Day #4
I am a victim. No one on this planet has suffered more than me. The Lord says to me: Woe onto you, My average-sized lamb, For you have broken covenant with the Lord O, my forlorned one, Deepest in sorrow, Know that the Lord your God sees you suffering But does not care
