Isolated Incident

Quarantine Journal Day eleventeen bajillion and four: I have begun to notice void, empty space on my walls and become more cognizant and opinionated about the layout of my furniture and my thoughts have spun out of control and now seem to be things like “A picture would look nice over here.” And “What if I angled this couch this way?” With my home gym, I was really hoping to come out of quarantine looking like an inside linebacker, but with each passing day I fear I may very well leave this life experience pursuing a career in interior design. Dear Lord, please end this now!