i wish i was dead every single day which is yet another thing that quarantine hasn't changed. yes, i'm taking my medicine. no, i don't want to talk to my doctor about it.
i'm completely unable to interact with people in the way i'm supposed to. i feel so different from other people and not in a cool fun way, just in a way that prevents me from being a part of society. nothing makes this clearer than trying to talk to my coworkers, which is a thing i'm doing more now that everyone is forced to be remote. i spent 4 hours making a playlist because of an offhand comment one of them made about defining music that ruined my entire day. this was not a proportional response or a good use of my time.
the upshot here is that i burnt out all my energy on being unable to properly communicate with anyone, even the two people closest to me, so walker made migas tacos in the 20 minutes before dnd started.
recipe: not much to it, beat some eggs together with chopped tomatoes and like serrano or something, scramble in a pan, serve in tortillas. we had some old salsa so walker used a few big spoonfuls of that instead of chopping vegetables.