I haven’t ran in almost 4 months. There was a combination of reasons. When Covid struck I was in my bad allergy season. I always have a problem running during that time. While the weather is perfect, somewhat cool and crisp, my allergies act up and I am always congested. I usually spend all of Spring and the first couple weeks of Summer with a stuffy nose. I went for a couple runs but due to my congestion and transitioning to running outside again, I was having minor pains along my ribcage. This was just normal sore muscles which I normally am quite happy about because it means I’m growing and getting stronger, but in light of Covid-19 I was convinced I was surely going to die. I’m not normally a hypochondriac but the alarmism in general society had me convinced I was going to die. Days became weeks, weeks became months and here we are, not dead, but about 25 lbs...

Don’t know why but I just feel uneasy. I can’t sleep but that isn’t really anything new. When I do sleep it has been weird. Usually I don’t dream but lately I’ve been experiencing sleep paralysis and “Old Hag Syndrome.” I don’t know if you know what that is but it is where you feel or see an entity, often an old hag (thus the name), sitting at the end of your bed or in your room watching you. I used to experience this alot as a kid which is why I am terrified of aliens. Stories of alien abduction unlock that irrational childhood nightmare fear in me. I know it is irrational but there is nothing I can do about it. I cannot make it through the movie Fire in the Sky no matter how many times I’ve tried and Communion totally freaked me out. I’m writing just to write now. I am working on a drawing for my grandma. It was her birthday...