March 21, 2020
The stress isn't bad enough. The distress isn't bad enough. The mess isn't bad enough. People are out of work, distanced not only from colleagues but friends, family, and gym members who always rankled them but whose faces they'd still like to see now, and our email inboxes are deluged with messages from businesses we may have only patronized *once* telling us what they're doing vis-à-vis the virus. But no, we're told to make this time superfuckingduper productive. Shakespeare didn't lie on the sofa cramming loaves of bread into his face when isolated! He wrote a play 'n' stuff!