I didn't make an update about how I'm feeling since I got covid positive but I wanna say I'm doing alright. On Tuesday I tested myself once again if I still have Covid or not, I was feeling better. My coughing fit has gotten so very rare and my nose has stopped being a leaky faucet, but I was under bit of a stress and nearly losing my mind until I finally saw a negative result on the tiny little test device. I felt so relieved, after testing myself two times to get positive, the third time came out negative I called work for good news and ready to head back there. I wanted to work on the YCHs to make some money to help cover the rent and bills but I spent most of the time in bed, quarantine and unfortunately avoiding speaking with mom after a world's dumbest drama we had. (She threw the whole box of Covid test kits in the trash thinking they were used and I just placed them on the goddamn table. Uh.. common sense? I fucking threw ONE to the fucking trash can after using it. So I had to go with mask and gloves on to buy some test kits myself). I spent the entire week and weekend working, feeling so much better to be back there and making hours. I got paid today with whole 80+ hours, but next paycheck is going to be small because I missed 5 days. FIVE DICKFISTING DAYS IN BED BECAUSE THANKS COVID.

Now that I'm feeling better I'm going to be focusing on YCHs, though because we are short on cooks at work I'm going to have one day off until my boss hires more cooks - there is going to be more football games soon and he knows we need more extra hands. So until we get more cooks, I'm going to be really slow with art.