Yeah, I’m at that point. You know, THAT one. I suspect that some of you might be there too…
- I can no longer wear my grey sweatpants without sinking into some kind of stupor. I now call them my sick pants. They make me feel ill.
- Nothing really seems engaging anymore. No delicious “quarantine” foods, no lovely bottles of “quarantine” wine. The food items I “treated” myself to at the beginning are now some kind of punishment. Chocolate bars were fun for two weeks, 6 not so much. It’s like my pleasure receptors have gone.
- being a vegan sucks donkey butt. Actual butt of donkey. I don’t even know if that’s a thing but there is…