Day six of the quarentine and we are barely surviving, the sun outside mocks us with long overdue beauty and warmth that cannot be enjoyed; the wifi, once noble and reliable has lost its strenth with so much burden to bare. As all of our resources for fun become more and more distant, the need for comforting food and snacks overtake us, however
lizzy has eaten the last slice of pizza, and I fear the time to cook is upon me.
Our spirits are as low as out toilet paper rations, we were too slow for the crowds and now the stores have denied access to the isle of tissue, we may perrish. the brita filter is getting old and we are running out of the refreshment of pure better tasting liquidation, forced to fill our glasses with the great value brand that flows through rusty pipes underneath our feet.
With our sanity and endurace giving out we lock ourselves to the television in hopes to distract ourselves from the unforgiving boredom that has taken up permanent residency in our household. if you are reading this please send wifi passwords and toilet paper, may god be with us all.