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The days of the weekend during Covid, when time is disordered.
Sorry, not totally sure but I think I'm busy Sortaday and Someday, taking the kids shopping for 'school clothes'. ... The mall?? You're kidding, right? eBay.
The Grim Reaper's silent partner, spreading an invisible virus.
The Grim Sower moved with stealth, planting the invisible seeds of sickness in preparation for his more-famous friend, The Grim Reaper, to finish the job.
When the worldview of a young woman raised on all 18 TV seasons of Keeping Up With Kim, Kourtney, Khloe, Kris, Kylie and Kendall collides with 2020? not to mention? as if that weren't bad enough? their show gets canceled? I mean.
Growing up, she figured her days would like, be all, like, shopping, makeup, hair, like facials and stuff, and not like, unemployment? driving her mom's Kia to TJMaxx while wearing ugly-ass masks? This totally sucked and who was gonna pay for her Kardashed expectations?
Disappointment when the real world of 2020 does not keep up with the Kardashians.
Would like, Kim, Kourtney, Khloe, Kris, Kylie and Kendall ever, like, accept being canceled? It was rigged, fraudulent, they weren't leaving, and someone was gonna pay for her Kardashed expectations.
A situation created out of fear that the end is coming, when in all probability it isn't. Feeling equivalent to the apocalypse, while not actually being there.
Empty shelves, empty stores, empty restaurants and empty streets, 'it's para-apocalyptic', he thought.
Putting a brave face on a move with only a slight chance of succeeding.
At this moment, getting the job was a slim-dunk, but maybe self-confidence would help.
The magic pill many wish they could take to snap out of the endless torpor of the pandemic.
"If there's no vaccine, the least they could do is market an anticovidepressant. I mean, Jesus, how much freakin' longer is this going to drag on?" she thought, almost unable to remember her fun-loving, free-spirited, hopeful and joyful self.