April 17, 2021

I bought J and myself a new dresser which looks nice.

I bought a chair that is kind of like an ottoman. It has storage space and works as a chair. It has an actual sturdy back. I'm very happy with it. Except when you stand up and look back at the chair, you can see your butt-print in the velvet-like material. Luckily you can brush the imprint away and that is that.

I spent a good bit of yesterday putting together a little table I've been in love with for months. I told myself if I bought J and myself a new dresser, I was going to get that table, too. So I did. 

The instructions were easy. The difficult part fell within the manufacturing. The holes for the screws didn't exactly line up and I had to force a couple of pieces together. It's wobbly, just like many reviews said it would be. But I love it. 

I've had a lot (most?) of the stickers I've ordered come in. I love them all so much. However, I refuse to put any in my sticker book until I get a specific sticker. I want that one to be the first one in the book. It's a Pokemon sticker; Magearna. 

I'm glad that I've been doing these things to keep myself busy, otherwise I'd probably be riddled with anxiety.

Human Resources from my dad and I's job started calling us last Tuesday while my mom, grandma, and I were grocery shopping. My dad finally got ahold of HR a couple days later. They said that we need to go to work or quit, or they'll fire us. 

I wasn't present during the conversation, but he told me that he said we aren't going back to work until covid is more under control. The cases are starting to spike again. 

So now we're unemployed. Great.

But anyway, we've been on a leave of absence for a year to avoid getting covid. What would be the point if we went back now and got covid? That would mean we just wasted a whole year for nothing. 

I don't know. I'm not as scared of it as my dad is, but then sometimes I'm terrified of getting it.

I mean, Da goes to work all the time and so does everyone in his household and then he comes to see me every week. He could potentially carry it to us. What's the point of avoiding work if we are allowing him to come over? 

It's so confusing. 

I'm glad that I've been able to see Da every week though. I love him. 

Actually, last Wednesday, the 14th, Da and I had unprotected sex for the first time. We kept teasing each other and eventually we lost our restraints and had to fuck. We couldn't even wait for my grandma to go to bed first. We did it on a mattress on the floor of my room with the door completely open. In the middle of having sex, I heard a voice come from the hallway. Da said, "I think your dad just walked by and saw us and said 'damn.'"

We were in such a hurry to feel each other that we were still mostly clothed. I had my nightdress on and my leggings and thong were on one leg. Da had his shirt on and his underwear and shorts pulled down. 

It was great. I just wish it could've lasted longer, forever actually.