Some days are terrible. You wish that you were dead and some days are magical like

great banana bread. Someday we'll be friends with the voices in our

heads. with the voices in our head the voices in our head

Hello hi wow.

Hello. Hi. Wow. Hey. Hey. What's up, hey, hey, hey, you okay, you good?

It's okay.

Congrats on not killing yourself for another week.

I don't know why I did that. But I'm going nuts in a fun way and I hope you're enjoying

your quarantine the most that you can and if you're an essential worker you know so much because

boy oh boy I hope that the praise and the clapping and the stuff is helping morale because you deserve it.

And I hope you're getting paid a good amount of money for putting yourself in death's doorway

and helping other people.

It's weird to live by a hospital, by two major hospitals in New York City

because you know sometimes they park a refrigerator truck outside across from my apartment with the bodies in it.

And I'm like, that's not. Can we not do that today?

I just don't want to do that.

Some people are very, it's interesting because some people can remove themselves from this whole thing and just live in the world of their home, you know, like people in suburbia, they've been telling me like it's kind of just like you know

the Sunday and everything's kind of closed and we can just you know go out my lawn. I'm like that's

Wild and good for you. I do escape in my own apartment a lot and I have to close the

blinds because you never know when that truck of bodies is going to be parked

outside your door. Yesterday, somebody drove by.

I live on a major two-way street on the first floor, so that's why I hear a lot of honking

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