On one hand, I'm keeping myself afloat with quite a good amount of sanity. I can't leave my home because I'm surrounded by maskless idiots, even though lots of neighbors already died. But I keep waking up every day, spending my time working on home stuff, working out, gaming (Yakuza 3 is horrible, hilarious, but horrible) fending off bouts of depression successfully so far.

On the other hand, my writing drive was basically shot. I was writing a funny tale for christmas, but when... the interest suddenly poofed. I still have tons of ideas I wanna write, but... no drive at all. I keep telling myself I will be able to write again after this all blows over, if I survive. But as usual, one step at a time.