I am officially in week 4 of quarantine, and time has lost all meaning.
I sit here at midnight, contemplating all I did yesterday, which evidently was 33 minutes ago. I made pie crust dough, watched Gilmore Girls, watched Avatar: The Last Airbender, showed my mom my favorite episode of RWBY Chibi, and read exactly one chapter of Warcross. (I also practiced piano, but being productive isn't fun)
I miss libraries, and having a concept of time. Lowkey understand how Aang must have felt when he got out of that iceberg after 100 years, wonder if the Fire Nation is attacking as we speak and the events they say are going on are really just a cover up because we secretly all live in Ba Sing Se. That would explain why I have a jacket with total Earth Kingdom aesthetic.
My mind goes weird places at midnight, anyway, thanks for stopping by and giving this a read. Stay safe, there is no war in Ba Sing Se.
Flameo,
Sushidragon
