and on and on and on it goes

Each day in the quarantine feels like 3. At least. Piling and adding onto each other. mulling and making everyday feel eternal and seamlessly never ending. I have the luxury of being bored. not that I have an excuse to but, still, I do have the luxury. I have the luxury to be living with good people who I love, respect, and care about. I have the luxury to still have a job and a stable source of income. I have the luxury of being healthy. Even so, the days are melting and I am staying up until 5:36 am of my own free will and I am cutting all of my hair off.