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President Donald Trump thought it was a hoax, but it turns out COVID-19 exists. Thousands of people died. First, it was reported that seniors were susceptible to the disease.... These are the diary entries I started typing in May, 2020. Learn about how life changed after March 13, when the virus, originally known in China as the coronavirus, came to the United States

Lunedì mattina. Mi sveglio mia somma e visualizza il tempo in auto: 2 h 30. Giacca in camoscio nero. Una volta emerso, mi rendo conto che sono 2 amici come se fossi il loro autista. È in quel momento che ho deciso di andare a casa. Lascio Angela e la mia giacca preferita mentre lei aveva dimenticato il suo pacchetto di sigarette nella mia auto. Quid Pro Quo. Mi chiedo quando sarò in grado di recuperare la mia giacca.

La tarde no habiacute;a comenzado de esta manera.

I was biking in the Inner Sunset on a Monday afternoon. I stopped to send out a group text to some friends about how their day was. One of them, Angela, texted me back, asking me to come to Cow Hollow for a drink. After biking for an hour, I got ready and was dropped off at 19th Avenue where I waited for the bus. What followed was a night of making choices while somewhat drunk.

Lunes por la mañana. Me levanto de mi siesta y miro el tiempo en el car- 2:30 am Chaqueta Negra. -..Entonces salió de ella y se dio cuenta de que había estado esperando en 2 amigos como si yo fuera su chofer Fue en este punto donde decidí volver a casa. Yo había prestado Angela mi chaqueta favorita y ella había olvidado su paquete de cigarrillos en mi coche. Quid Pro Quo.

Lundi matin. Je me réveille de mon somme et regarde l'heure de la voiture : 2 h 30. Veste en daim noire. Une fois émergé, je réalise que j'attends 2 amies comme si j'étais leur chauffeur. C'est à ce moment précis que je décide alors de rentrer chez moi. Je laisse Angela et ma veste préférée alors qu'elle a oublié son paquet de cigarettes dans ma voiture. Quid pro quo. Je me demande quand je vais pouvoir récupérer ma veste.

Monday morning. I woke up from my nap and looked at time in the car: 2:30 a.m. Then I snapped out of it and realized I had been waiting on two friends as if I were their chauffer. It was at this point that I decided to drive home. I had lent Angela my favorite jacket and she had forgotten her pack of cigarettes in my car. I wondered when I would get my jacket back....