Blog Post at My Girlfriend's

I am at that vulnerable friend’s house I talked about. She has a fellow that comes here to sleep, and she has her workers. She is in more danger than me of catching Corona. I am washing my hands after I go to the bathroom, but there’s no point otherwise – if one of us has got it, we all have got it. Last night, when she was sleeping, she was puffed, like she was seriously running. I think it will end her, if she catches it. I think about staying here, but it really is tough going staying here. I think staying for this two days is all I can do. They’ve also stopped all her groups. My vulnerable friends are in danger. I thought about it when I visited another friend, who smokes and is over weight. I think as soon as it gets bad, these mental health workers will abandon them. Another thing which I think is unfortunate is that with the new rules about social gatherings, my friend doesn’t get to do group. Before she was embroidering, doing collages, and making dream catchers. That’s all changed. Anyway, I’ve got nothing more to say. I do not know why my life is like it is. I don’t know why it’s so darn complicated. Actually, it’s not. I am sleeping over tonight. It makes her day. Please God, make this virus go away. However, it won’t. I promise to visit her more often if you do.