Lock log entry 141 | Stanford Daily


Hello Journal,

It was that time again: grocery shopping day. I woke up at 5am although I went to bed at 3am worrying because I was playing Star Wars: Battlefront II with my friends.

The notion of time really dissolved during quarantine, morning turning into night and night into morning. It’s rare for someone to know what day it is without checking their watch or phone.

As I got up early, I saw Bob again. He still delivers the diary, and Beth (his wife) and Ethan (his son) are doing well. I sympathize with Ethan because neither of us play basketball with our friends these days.

After having a coffee and reading the newspaper, I went to the store. Despite showing up half an hour before the store opened, the parking lot was full. So when the doors were opened, it was a scramble.

I made it through the madhouse, luckily finding a six pack of baked beans, a carton of eggs, a block of cheese, a gallon of milk, and a sack of oranges – enough to hold me another two or so. three weeks. Through it all, I’ve seen some stupid things: yahoos hoarding food, idiots arguing over toilet paper like they’re in WWE, and morons wearing the most worthy homemade ‘face masks’ in the world. the man. And I’m not talking about the fabric versions of what they use in hospitals. I’m talking about Slasher masks, plastic cups, and even a clear jar lid sealed with a drawstring hoodie!

Fortunately, I didn’t have to fight for my groceries, although a group of people who had not yet entered the store were looking at me.

After I got home, it was – you guessed it – time for the Zoom call with my team! As usual, Marcus wore only the top half of his costume; Murray had a tropical backdrop; Sheila had a lot of background noise and couldn’t use the mute button; Lily had a terrible reception; Marcus and Murray continued to speak simultaneously; the two yahoos also started joking with Lily. Luckily Jim and Hazel, my golden boy and girl, kept me sane thanks to their poise and lack of issues with Zoom.

After a quick lunch, I go for a walk in the neighborhood. While a lot of people gained weight in their 40s, I kind of lost it. I’m not surprised, considering that I don’t use that much energy these days – all of my work is done on Zoom, and I can’t play basketball with the boys after school anymore.

During the walk, I saw all my new friends again: the elderly couple, Don and Laura; Jerry and his Oxford Terrier, Dwayne; Steve and Jenny and their Golden Retrievers, Ratchet and Jason (who love to bark at me, even if they see me every day); John, his son Daniel and their Pyrenean Mastiff Banksy (“who wants to love everyone and everyone loves him”).

Moving on to running, I noticed a common theme among the houses: the lawns are absolutely gorgeous! Quarantine really drove people into extreme boredom.

After cooling off a bit on the way home, I made a few calls. First there was my cousin and her boyfriend, who are doing well in their new apartment. The second was one of my oldest friends and his wife, who are hospital doctors. Third, there was another older friend of mine (who is actually the brother of the aforementioned friend) and his wife, the first of whom teaches at the university while the second works to become a medical assistant.

After I hung up, I made eggplant parmigiana for dinner, while listening to sheet music from the greatest musical artist of all time: John Williams (THE LEGEND!).

Scores like “Duel of the Fates”, “Imperial March”, “Raiders March” and “He’s a Pirate” really help improve cooking. And with Bill Conti’s “Gonna Fly Now” preparing the dish and pouring ginger ale, my personal satisfaction skyrocketed.

I enjoyed my dinner watching Mission: Impossible – Fallout. It’s interesting how this series has managed to improve with each sequel. After I finished, I received a conference call request from – you guessed it, newspaper – the boys!

Jai, Ryan, Yash, Ben, Alex, and Shriv were all ready to play video games, which we did as an alternative to basketball every day. We ended up playing Galactic Assault, Strike, Capital Supremacy, and Heroes vs. Villains on Battlefront II.

I shared with them a new simulated conspiracy theory: that the virus was caused by Zoom, which profited greatly from this lockdown. Just like with all my crazy plots, they erupted into hysterical laughter.

After we said goodnight I took a hot shower and now I am writing to you diary as I am about to fall asleep.

It was a crazy day. But now that I think about it… at this point, it’s okay. Just another normal quarantine day.

Dude, I hope we can knock this thing out soon!

Here is Salil Pai, signing.

Editor’s Note: This article is purely satirical and fictional. Not all attributions in this article are authentic and this story should be read only in the context of pure entertainment.

You can contact Salil Pai at paislm4 ‘at’ gmail.com

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