40 Days of Quarantine

Day 2

It was hard to get to sleep last night. I'm definitely catching this thing. I was served breakfast this morning by a person in a face mask, gloves, and a protective suit. She (I'm pretty sure this one was female) cautiously opened the door like I was going to leap out at her or something, put down the food, and left. The food , that is, if you could call it food, was served on a sterilized plate and looked more like a processed edible product than food (note to self: there IS a difference). Next time I want to make it clear I would prefer toast and some coffee.

I wonder if there are any other people in here with me. I have knocked on the walls, but no response. I have tried to yell and see if anyone else can hear me, but maybe the walls are soundproof, I don't know. But there is a little hole on the door (I can barely get my hand through it). It only opens on the hall side though so I think they use it to watch me.

I got bored just waiting around for lunch so I scrawled down some algebra problems to use my brain, but most of them were just wrong from the start. Probably from lack of coffee. It feels really good to me to use my brain, like how good you feel when you finish a work out, if you're one of those people who likes to work out. It makes you feel like you're getting something done. I don't really get a whole ton of brain exercise at my job. I work as a Wal-mart clerk. I'm getting bored of it. I know there's probably something else I should be doing with myself. I really feel like I have potential, but I don't know what and I can't afford college. I'm pretty good at math (but obviously not good at writing problems). The margins on this page are embarrassing. Or funny. Actually, thinking again, they do seem kind of funny.

Do I need to divide??

Replace X2 with X3

No no no X3 divides out weird

Help! I'm tangled in my own math problem!!

Wish I had math teacher

I should probably stop acting like a little kid and start being an adult, but there really is no reason to. I mean, I can act like a little kid if I want to, I'm basically spending time alone where I will get to be as weird as I want, but something keeps me from accepting that. I guess I'm finally becoming an adult, or just letting my worries follow me. My friend Roy says I'm so nitpicky I could be an editor, and that I'm a worry wort. I don't think so. I think personally that I'm fairly relaxed; not OCD or anything. I wonder if Roy is wondering where I am, and what I'm doing.

I wonder if he wonders who I am, if not just a worrier, nitpicky editor, slightly conflicted checkout guy. I bet he wouldn't guess prisoner.