11:00 am: Argh, why’s it so bright?
11:02 am: Shit. I’ve overslept! It’s a weekday.
11:03 am: Blame covid. Go back to sleep.
11:15 am: I need to brush my teeth.
11:21 am: Why does my head hurt?
11:22 am: Stop complaining.
11:23 am: I don’t have a fever. I don’t have breathing problems. Am I even sick?
11:24 am: Yes. Why does my head still hurt?
11:25 am: Am I hungry?
11:26 am: I want coffee.
11:27 am: Drink water.
11:28 am: Oh, yes. Haven’t had any all day.
11:29 am: That’s probably why your head still hurts.
1:00 pm: Did I fall asleep again?
1:01 pm: Yes.
1:05 pm: Shit. Why’s it so bright outside?
1:15 pm: Oh, my lower back hurts.
1:20 pm: It’s like there’s a big rock attached to my head and I have to put it down every hour or so because it’s too heavy to hold up.
2:00 pm: Why’s the time so slow? Thank goodness it’s Friday.
2:05 pm: Hmm, does my head really hurt or am I just making it up?
2:10 pm: I don’t feel sick. Am I just being sick because I feel like I have to be sick?
2:20 pm: What if that rapid test showed a false positive and I don’t have covid at all?
2:25 pm: What if this is just tiredness and jet lag from the 20-hour layover and the 33-hour journey back?
3:00 pm: What a lovely day.
3:03 pm: I miss cooking.
3:05 pm: Why’s the time so slow?
3:30 pm: That’s it. I can’t work anymore.
5:00 pm: What’s this new show, Broadchurch?
5:30 pm: This is like Dr. Who living a mundane life. I like this.
9:30 pm: Damn, I forgot to reply to work.
1:00 am: Oh, boss has texted an hour ago. What’s he doing up so late?
1:03: I’ll just reply before going to bed.
2:00 am: I can’t sleep.
2:02 am: Where’s my hot water bottle?
2:30 am: Instagram’s full of stupid people doing stupid shit.
The Chaos Within 