2020 has not been a good year for me so far. It all started in mid-January when I came down with the flu and then later a sinus infection. I was sick for my 35th birthday February and wasn’t able to get to the DMV to renew my driver’s license on that day. (Actually, I haven’t been able to renew it since either and now the DMV is closed. I’m hoping there’s still enough people in Springfield to process the online renewal we just submitted. I wish I had thought of sending it in online a long time ago.) I can’t drive on an expired license so I haven’t drove anywhere in months. My car’s battery is dead. My dad has been driving me to a few places on the rare occasions when I feel like getting out… mostly when I am in need of replenishing my Coke Zero supply.

Oh, on February 10 I went outside to help my dad carry in groceries from his car. It had rained earlier in the day. I was wearing old sandals. I tried walking on a pile of wet leaves to get to the car and I fell… bad. All I could do is lay there and cry out in pain. My ankle was injured but I wasn’t sure how badly other than I couldn’t walk on it due to intense pain. The next day, after it of course didn’t get any better, Mom took me to the ER for x-rays. Nothing in my ankle appeared to broken so they diagnosed it as a very bad sprain. They put my ankle in a splint and gave me crutches. I am not coordinated enough to use crutches. I would have ended up falling again if I used them as much as they told me to. I found that if I walked on my heel, I could walk to a small extent. I gained new found appreciation for all those people out there that can’t walk. It was torturous to me to not be able to just get up and get things I needed. You never notice how often you do something until you can’t do it at all.

It’s now March 23rd and my ankle is still hurting and looking somewhat swollen. I was supposed to go to my doctor tomorrow to have it looked at again but the doctor’s office just closed today due to Covid-19 precautions. Mom said if it continues to hurt like it is, she’ll take me to a different ER and have it examined again.

Now the world is suffering from a pandemic and I am more stuck at home than ever due to orders from the state government and everything being closed. I’m not complaining, really. I haven’t felt like leaving the house since January so not being able to leave now doesn’t make much difference to me. I still don’t feel like going out at all. I’m not physically sick at the moment, unless you count my ankle which makes it hurt to walk. I mainly don’t feel like going out or doing much of anything due to depression.

I haven’t created a single new artwork in 2020 and that makes me even more depressed. So depressed that I don’t feel like trying to create new art. Not creating art makes me depressed so it’s all a very, very vicious cycle that I desperately need to break. I haven’t even tried to break the cycle yet but I need to soon before I get any worse. At least I finally got up the whatever to update this blog.

Speaking of this blog, I need to add my latest Funko Pop acquisitions to my galleries on here. I got some new ones from after Xmas and my birthday. I haven’t even got them displayed in my room yet. They’re just sitting on my end table waiting for me to put them somewhere. Damn this sucks.

I have been able to do something though. I started playing The Sims 4 again and finally updated my Sims 4 website, Simularity, with new content. I finally (mostly) finished my Agoraphobia Trait mod and started a new Sims Story with it. If you want to see the new story and follow along (I’m trying to add a new post each day and I just posted Day 3 today) you can see it on my Simularity website by clicking here. I’m working on more new mods for the game as well. So, that’s something. It’s better than just staying in bed doing nothing!

Okay, that’s enough for now. Usually writing about life is therapeutic for me but right now reiterating all of my problems is causing me to become further depressed. I think I’ll go back to The Sims 4 and lose myself in that for a while longer.