I am about to go to sleep, and now, it turns out, not even that is a safe place from the virus.
Allow me to explain.
Personally, over the past few weeks, I have been having intense dreams. No, not about some barren wasteland where people stay alive by eating straw brooms until they are forced to eat the flesh of people in group improv groups (stay safe, my brethren). No, it turns out that there are reports of many people having strange dreams these days. Awesome. Just.....awesome.
Look, I have no idea what the hell is going on, but when your dreams begin to get to lucid that you feel you are having to deal with two separate sets of reality every day, things get messy. I will go to sleep after I type this and publish it, but, like what the hell? Can I at least have my sleep??
Eggs are going up in price, up by about 70% in some places, 200+% in others. To have the god of irony kick sand in your face, the price of gasoline is, according to someone who got it today, $1.95 for regular. Allow me to say why this news is stranger than if someone told me that all of the Backstreet Boys were pregnant. Here in New Jersey, I cannot remember when I saw gas that low. If I were to take away the insane added gasoline tax we got screwed with in the past years, that would make it about $1.70. That is crazy. With inflation, the same gallon of gas in New Jersey when Nirvana hit with their album "Nevermind" was more. And, as you have guessed, I cannot go out and enjoy this low price of gas because we cannot drive anywhere.
The virus took a new high death toll in NYC and New Jersey today. And, as I predicted, it is spreading south and west from here, with more and more deaths happening in places that were late in the game. Chicago is getting cut hard, as is Detroit.
Oh, yeah, one last thing before I surrender to the now unsafe dream world: New Jersey got told that this "Stay in Place" order was going to be around for another four weeks....(wait for it)...at least.
I guess we are no longer innocent when we dream...
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