ugh. stress dreams, I wake up exhausted, like I've been running all night trying to find something. I am normally, annoyingly, a morning person (and also, somehow, a night person. Afternoons are my struggle). Getting out of bed is like slogging through sand. It gives me so much sympathy for everyone i've ever lived with who could not string together a sentence before their first cup of coffee.

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i saw an actual tank on the street this week. wtf, etc.

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i transplanted my chard seedlings into pots a few weeks ago and this week i harvested the first round and ate balcony chard for dinner.

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I skittered in the door at 7pm on the dot, past the cop cars stationed on the corner. For the last block of my run I was accompanied by the cacophony of pots and pans and spoons. So many houses and apartments up and down the street saying: we may have a curfew but fuck you, hear our voices. It was unexpectedly beautiful, the chiming and clanking, all of us peering through the leafy trees to see who else was out with their pots - oh hi, you too?

8:57 a.m. - 2020-06-04