I cannot summon an adequate level of profanity to express how entirely fucking sick I am of coronavirus, quarantine, and trying to run a business while also having 2 teenagers stuck inside and distance-learning for nearly an entire year.
Coronavirus can go fuck itself.
I very much want a vacation. Away from the teens.
This is really all I came here to say.
Again, fuck this situation.
I guess, to paraphrase Lord John Marbury … that’s the price you pay for being rich, free and alive at the same time in America at the moment.
Make sure to get some Fuck Covid, the beer.
In Soviet Amerika, Coronavirous fuck you!
I think it’s doing that in regular America too.
I am surprised this thread got any responses.
We are all entirely too bored.
I was led to believe that there would be snacks.
I never promised punch, nor pie.
Sorry.
I would rather there was no covid fucking, don’t want it to mutate into an STD.
I brought some beers.
Y’all! We are supposed to be social distancing! Not having a party.
This thread is “Fuck Covid,” not “Let’s band together and use covid to get fucked.” We could all use some, but our loins must remain girded for the duration.
Yes, we are all completely too tired of this terrible Covid. Hopefully, Covid disappears soon and our lives get back to normal.
I wasn’t going to drink on an empty stomach, but … yeah … fuck it.
Cheers !
Brewed half a block from the school I teach at. Before Covid-not-the-beer, we used to tip a few before we went home. I really miss that!
Now, instead of dozens of people in a raucous brewpub, they have igloos…
Because of COVID my husband and I haven’t had anything remotely resembling a date since our son was born in March 2020. The last time we left the house together was to drop off our mail-in ballots and eat Chipotle in the goddamn parking lot.
And I miss my friends so goddamn much. One of my friends runs a craft burger bar, and his food is so incredibly good. Me and my friends used to go every other Tuesday to critique each other’s writing and eat good food and drink good beer. It was a fucking lifeline and now all we’ve got are fucking Zoom meetings.
So many fucking Zoom meetings.
I wholeheartedly endorse this pitting.
I miss going places and doing things. I haven’t had a date since Feb 2020. I try to find a way to leave the house every day, even for a brief errand. Today didn’t happen. My motivation to work is…gone. I now hate cooking because it is inescapable. I haven’t had a vacation since mid-2019 and am VERY RESTLESS. I haven’t been to a party in over a year.
It’s been almost a year. How’s everybody’s stash of toilet paper holding out?
Just to record a history of the pandemic for “posterity” I’ve been keeping a written log of the toilet paper rolls that I use. And to preserve the source documents, I’ve been keeping the empty cardboard tubes. (Paper towel tubes too.) I write the date on them and throw them into a big box.
My ears are sore from all the hours under a headset every day.
I hear you. I have been stuck at home 24/7/(almost)365 with 15 and 18 year old boys who are bouncing off the walls, and occasionally trying to murder each other. I have work Zoom meetings with my cursor poised over the mute button in case one of them starts screaming “DAD SOLOST JR. WON"T STOP [fill in the blank] MAKE HIM STOOOOP”. i’ve had to excuse myself from work meetings on more than one occasion to break up a fight.
I’m not a doctor, but my clear diagnosis: cabin fever. Don’t worry, we all have it.