Dear Old Navy,
I wish I could quit you. I wish I could bring myself to unsubscribe to whatever list I got on because you’re sending me multiple emails a day about all the deals I should be taking advantage of. 30 percent off everything. 50 percent off all jeans. 75 percent off this and that and the other thing.
I can’t afford to spend money on things that aren’t strictly necessary right now. I don’t know if or when we’re going to get our government stimulus money, but I know we’re socking it away just in case this quarantine goes on longer than we expect.
I miss you. I do.
Love,
Me
Right now, I’m hoping that they’ll loosen up restrictions on the shelter in place orders by the end of May, but I just don’t know if they really will. I don’t know. This is such a weird situation and nobody knows if it’ll slow down, gain speed, if the drugs they’re testing will work, what the fuck is going to happen really.
I can’t believe I’ve already been in quarantine for almost a month. That sort of blows my mind.
Wow.