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Evening Pages: April 12th, 2021

Due to the coronavirus pandemic, the D.C. metro region has been in a state of lockdown. To alleviate fear and stress, my writer's group has put together a daily “morning pages” get-together on Zoom in order to touch base before starting the day. Here's some of my brief thoughts.


Hehehe, I got the kittie.

I got the kittie.


I don't think I've been writing a whole lot recently. Last week was a bit hard. I was working, or at least thinking about working, until pretty late into the evenings, and that took a toll on my level of stress, quality of life, and ability/willingness to write. I'm trying to nip that in the bud and do some more writing this week.

The big thing between last week and this week is that I got vaccinated. Against my parent's wishes, I got the Johnson & Johnson one-and-done vaccine on Saturday. I kinda got spooked when my former downstairs neighbor said he might have gotten COVID-19 back in February 2020, back when I was actually skeptical that coronavirus was going to be a thing. There's really no way to protect myself while living in a city, in a condo. It's basically just a ticking time bomb. So I get the vaccine.

Man. It did not feel good at all. I think most vaccines I've gotten feel pretty good, like I'm usually up and at ‘em maybe half an hour after I get it. This one, nope, you can tell it's rough around the edges. I felt real jet-lagged, fatigued, like I couldn't keep my eyes open. Also woke up in the middle of the night quite frequently, I'm talking every hour. I went to bed @ 11PM, and slept until 3PM the next day, then had headaches and stayed in bed until 7PM. Even now, a few days later, I have this weird pins and needles feeling that I'm terrified are quiet blood clots that will get me when I'm 30 or something.

I don't know. Maybe I should have listened to my parents. They're pretty anti-vaxx in general, and my mom sending over YouTube comments and New York Post articles did nothing to make me feel better, but they were right about the coronavirus being something to worry about months before everybody else started freaking out, and maybe they're right about this too.

Well, I got it. So either I'm fine. Or I die alongside hundreds of thousands or millions of other people. Who knows.