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It’s Only Quarantine, But I (Don’t) Like It: An Isolation Photo Journal
For anyone that’s unaware (and there’s no reason you should be, I’ve spent most of my Ricochet time in the PiT lately), I’ve been in quarantine in England for the last 14 days. It’s been an opportunity to work on Russian revision, GRE prep, painting, reading, and also to be incredibly bored (along with various other disasters). Mostly in a bid to quell that boredom, because even I can’t read for 18 hours a day for 2 straight weeks, I spent a little bit of each day I was confined to my dorm room making a meme. So without further a-due, for your amusement ‘The 14 days of Quarantine: Keef Style’:
*Yes, I’m well aware there are 2 for day 11. I just don’t know why, because I definitely don’t remember making two.
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Ha, funny stuff. Keep ‘em coming.
Explains the lack of erudite and interesting stuff on the member feed…
{ Psssst! The PIT is contra-indicated in mentally stressful environments, like quarantines. I’m glad you made it through in spite of the combination… }
She’s out of quarantine now, no time for these. 😁
Two weeks of isolation can do that.
We’ve kept her entertained, mostly.
How did you go with the Navajo drum circle techniques? Ace, I trust.
Maybe you just lost track of time?
Really good. You should be quarantined more often.
I noticed that at the time, but it seemed cruel to mention it.
Try a month. I don’t get out of jail here till Friday.
Have you been making Keef memes, too? Or icon memes?
I don’t make memes.
Yeah, me neither. I prefer making these.
I’ve never been able to get those to work.
I have no idea how that happened, because normally I would make one in the evening, as they were almost always about what I had experienced that particular day. I must have had an idea for one the night of day 10 or early morning of day 11, posted it, and entirely forgot that I did by the evening.
Probably. Between quarantine and jet lag, my sense of what day it was at any particular time was hazy.
She kept us entertained.
Is that a specific horseback rider, or just a generic one?
I would guess generic. Frankly, I’ve never seen a real man with shanks that long.
That’s not supposed to happen til you get close to my age.
We kept her from going crazy and violating her quarantine on the mean streets of London.