It gets easier every day. At first you feel at odds with yourself, sitting in your empty apartment at 11:30 in the morning, knowing that you need to leave the house but aren’t sure what you would do if you did. There are good things about this. The TV is never on anymore, because daytime television depresses you. Sometimes you go throw your bookshelves and make neat piles of books you wanted to read but never had the time for. You spend an inordinate amount of time plucking your eyebrows. You find yourself engaging in behaviors that are so wholly bizarre that it’s better that they are kept to yourself, in the small hours of the afternoon. You stop using utensils and plates to eat your food, instead opting to squatting in front of the refrigerator in your underwear, picking half-heartedly at a variety of foil-covered plates. You know your roommate would lose her mind if she saw you picking chunks of sausage out of the bowl with your fingers but she’s not here to witness it, so you forge ahead. Continue reading
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