| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fetch the bolt cutters Hmmm, I guess you can't buy a gold membership anymore? I wanted to download the latest cache of this diary; glad I already have at least one archived version, but it would be nice to have the entire thing--especially the entries that somehow no longer show up. Not that I should really want those early days of D-land entries though. The very thing that motivated me to start this diary would probably be too painful to read through again. Quarantine life has lost its ever-lovin' charm. I have felt so down lately. Stuck in this monotony, trying to prep for school. While I love roaming around the house in a feral state, I do miss being on campus and seeing students in real life. I miss the conversations and the a-ha moments and the jokes and the fun that comes with teaching things that excite me. But, here we are. The spouse and I had a very Necessary Fight the other day. It sparked over the stupidest thing and then ballooned into hurtful comments and anger. It's been a hot minute since we had an actual Fight with a capital "F" but I think we needed it to clear the air. Maybe we can drive to the ocean this weekend. Dip our feet in the waves, feel the chill and breathe in the salt. Something—anything—other than this goddamned routine. 2:24 pm - 07.08.20
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