Well, I'm back. It hasn't been at all pleasant, these past few days. It also hasn't been pleasant to hear that this would have never happened if one of the cases didn't straight up lie to police about what he was doing when he got the virus. So, yeah, back now. Unsure for how long and unsure how many other liars are out there with a case of the corona.

First day of lockdown already started with a mess. My computer malfunctioned, the computer I use for basically everything was glitching up, until the screen was nothing more than a white square amidst a black screen. I panicked and restarted everything. The square was gone and everything looked okay, until I looked at the files. Some of the thumbnails for the files didn't even show up. So that was worrying. The photos and videos that were on my hard drive were now moving at half the speed and half the quality. From there I left it alone, hoping tomorrow that it would be better. Not only that but my student allowance didn't show up. I was already low, both financially and mentally after dealing with the computer, so to come across that I had no way of supporting myself, or to get food, it was not what I wanted to see first thing in the morning.

The second day, perfect time to try and see if my laptop works again, and now the thing won't even turn on. There goes the projects, stories, art, everything that I was working on. One thing that I was working on was a video for fans of The Goodies for the 50th anniversary. It was very close to being sent to them for help and guidance. Now, I'm unsure if the file has saved anymore. I can't work on it at the Uni either, different systems won't work. I use Sony Vegas and they use Adobe. I tested out to see if they could work, and every time I used it, it crashed. Around a month's work just completely unable to be finished unless the laptop is fixed. On the more positive side, I began reading The Odyssey by Homer. One of the chapters that I have read has been incredible to visualize in my mind. It would be good writing stories inspired by this, but inspiration usually comes late and I have no way of writing it in a way I would like unless typed.

Throughout this whole four day hell, I've been starting to grow paranoid of my surroundings and of my roommates. It could be a level of fear and distrust created by the last roommate I had, but I've been finding it hard to really stay in a state of calm because of one of my roommates. The other roommate hasn't been inside the apartment for a few weeks and my mind has made up stories of the other roommate murdering the other and then coming for me if I question him too much. Stupid, irrational, but it would explain his joker laugh that keeps me until 3 in the morning.

The fourth day technically wasn't in lockdown, but I count it as a part of the lockdown phase for one reason. I couldn't go to the Uni for work and to just access the internet. The bus trip down was hell in itself. On one of the stops, someone boarded the bus, kept fidgeting about and changed seats. It wasn't until a woman boarded that he yelled out to her a certain C word (not the alternate name for chicken, that C word). He yelled at her. In public. On a bus. With other people. And from there, he decided to harass the woman by moving closer and closer to her. He was on drugs, there's no way he wasn't on drugs where I was.

Now I'm back and I don't know for how long. All I know is that I want to go home as soon as possible. I'm tired of being in the city. I'm tired of being in an awful apartment. I'm tired of the memories that the apartment has now for me. I'm tired of constantly having to go to one place just to access internet. I'm tired of the bugs that are everywhere in my apartment. I'm just tired.

Thank you for the messages on the previous journal. They were something nice to read and hear how your day was.