2020.

Ah, bedtime story to put this near to rest presented by the Amazon original Special yearly departed in an overpriced one bedroom.

There was a very haggard lady falling asleep in front of Zoom.

There were high end sweatpants hanging from a chair and an unready self help book from her mother, who really does care.

There was a resume, half written and a cold piece of pizza that had just been bitten.

Goodbye Pile of discarded.

Save the dates Goodbye.

Unused pair of £10 weights with eyebrows gone wild and roots.

Lefton died a stir.

Crazy Lady sits stuck inside.

Goodbye 2020.

Good bye, Burt.

Loaf of Banana Bread.

Goodbye Watching old boring movies while lying in bed.

Goodbye unshaven body parts and goodbye to attempting the culinary arts, Goodbye toe pantless, zoom meetings and goodbye to excessively eating your feelings Goodbye to the 50 cans of beans sitting on the shelf and goodbye forever to cutting your bangs yourself Goodbye chipped unpainted nails goodbye to boozy oversized cocktails.

Goodbye, pyrotechnic gender reveals goodbye to politicians who still think climate change is not riel.

Goodbye, casual sex and unemployment checks goodbye to scrolling tick tock in bed all day and goodbye to seeing friends from 6 ft away.

Goodbye.

2020.

And for sake.

Good riddance.

Yeah.

Look at this.

This is what it's like working on a studio.