9:45am Oh God. 9:50am Oh God oh God oh God. 9:51am I have to teach in 9 minutes. 9:52am Sit up. My head is spinning. Pray that lessons have been cancelled. 9:53am Check phone. They have not been cancelled. 9:57am Sitting in front of laptop. Boyfriend, back from his night shift, offers to make me a coffee and I gratefully accept. He asks if I want the chicory coffee. I look at him, last night’s green glitter still clinging to my eyelashes. “Caffeinated it is,” he tells me.
Corona Journal, 23 May: Day 68
Corona Journal, 23 May: Day 68
Corona Journal, 23 May: Day 68
9:45am Oh God. 9:50am Oh God oh God oh God. 9:51am I have to teach in 9 minutes. 9:52am Sit up. My head is spinning. Pray that lessons have been cancelled. 9:53am Check phone. They have not been cancelled. 9:57am Sitting in front of laptop. Boyfriend, back from his night shift, offers to make me a coffee and I gratefully accept. He asks if I want the chicory coffee. I look at him, last night’s green glitter still clinging to my eyelashes. “Caffeinated it is,” he tells me.