It's been 13 days since my school (CATO) closed its doors and rendered months of classical animation knowledge useless. Without a capture table, I soon resorted to drastic measures: my shitty iphone camera has become the only means of photographing my cels. Along with my shaky hands and poor lighting, I fear the worst has only just begun.
Our first round of toilet paper rations have, unsurprisingly, been blown through. Living in a house of five(including the dog), this is the kind of mayhem I would expect. However, I never quite imagined the level of savage mistrust we have all delved into. Ranging from "how many squares did you use in there", to "who the heck had more than two cups of coffee". Every sneeze is met with crowding looks of shock and horror leading me to believe that during this allergy season my removal from the house is inevitable. I wash my hands as often as possible but there is only much Great Value soap can clean, and with more washing comes the depletion of more soap. I'm beginning to wonder if we should pull a Mr. Krabs and resort to using grease as our means of washing our hands. If it's good enough for MR.K it's good enough for me.
Being the youngest of the family my duty is to retrieve groceries in a quick and clean matter. I see it as a noble responsibility, entering the market is like an invitation for any sort of virus to take a spa trip on my body. And though I face it like a knight riding to battle, I can't help but feel as though I am just another sacrifice to the gods of COVID-19.
i wrote this a year ago i think, totally not related to anything but I thought it was funny so I'm posting it.
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