Day 57:

I thought it had only been a day since my last post. I think Monday just kind of disappeared. On one hand, today felt like the weekend or a Friday, on the other it felt like a Monday. Time is meaningless.

The weather is cloudy, rainy, and cold again and I can't decide if I like it or not. I love this type of weather but it also means that I can't swim as comfortably or lay on the grass having an existential crisis. I guess I can, it's just a lot more wet.

Yesterday I sat in front of my chrome book with my history textbook open for two hours and I didn't take a single note. Today I procrastinated my history notes by washing a car. I literally, got up, scrubbed the outside of the car and vacuumed the inside - took about an hour, and then finally started my history notes, which I did over about 2 and a half hours, procrastinating at every turn. I've always been a major procrastinator and this quarantine is not helping me fix that habit at all.