First, a public service announcement: TAKE YOUR DAMN MEDS.
I neglected to do so over the weekend, and am “fortunate” enough that the only side-effect is lots of super-vivid dreams. Of course, last night my mind decided to run a greatest hits anthology of everything about my life that’s disappointed me or that I regret. The result was waking up about three hours early and actively not wanting to go back to sleep, although I eventually dozed a little bit more. So I’ve spent the day very much out of it.
So far, my primary coping strategies have been (1) accepting that I’m just not going to get anything done today, (2) blasting a couple new albums at an unreasonable volume, and (3) just kinda spacing out periodically.
It’s weird, I’d actually been contemplating what my social needs are for a couple months, since before the Stupid Apocalypse. I keep waiting to wake up one day and be desperate for social contact, but it hasn’t happened yet. I find more I’m dreading having to start going into the office twice a week, whenever that happens (and I have no doubt we’ll go back to that, because I’m employed by dicks).
Still, the extent of today’s decisionmaking is “how much time to spend on Animal Crossing” and “whether to buy Anno 1800.” It could be much worse.
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