So this virus has well settled into Whiskey Potato Land. Today all pubs in Central Dublin have shut for the foreseeable future. Its fairly big deal as the only day they really close up for is Christmas Day (and even then, it’s not a hard and fast rule).
There’s talk of a total lock down, which means industries cease trading and its full on recession. This would be less than ideal, as the last financial collapse in Ireland meant everyone putting their social and professional lives on pause for like 8 years.
Either way it’s all out of our hands at this point. What’s certain is that I’m going to be indoors a hell of a lot more, so I’m going to need to work out a routine of sorts so that I still have some semblance of a life.
I work a desk job which means I sit on my ass a lot. If I’m not even travelling to the desk, that’s just going to make me feel even fatter than usual. I plan on doing some exercise classes via YouTube. At the very least it gives me an excuse to sweat.
I work as a graphic designer, but I’m finding the work more and more repetitive and automated. So I’m going to try hone some Web Development skills through Codecademy, Udacity & Coursera. There’s a ton of free classes available, but also paid enrolments that are a fraction of physical institutions.
Drinking Myself Into Oblivion
As a notorious sowse, I make it a point to never post sober, and haven’t done so for the better part of 2 years. With that said if you or I have ever exchanged comments, I was undoubtedly hammered. So either I’m sorry or you’re welcome.
Being shitfaced has to date done nothing but wonders for me in staving off the virus. Until otherwise proven, I have to presume that the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Binge Watching The X-Files
I was ready to dump my ultimate box set off in a charity shop the week before last. Something told me not to do it, and now I am so happy. I always loved this show, and the intro still gives me shivers.
The last 3 seasons are ass, but it lasted long enough to be a classic, and shape TV forever.
Of course if none of these pan out, it’ll most likely be suicide for yours truly. What are you thinking of doing, should you become obliged to isolate?