So I stayed up all night up until 9AM on dating apps, then I got screwed over, drank a whole bottle of wine, woke up at 2pm, took my dog on a walk in a windy, overcast day, and now I’m having sushi and and pint of Orion beer before work.

I felt so damn good and confident yesterday but somehow I ended up here. At least last night I did. At work I felt pretty blue and broken but before I was having a productive day. The presidential election is on today on the screen as I wait for my sushi. I don’t care for it. This whole year is completely surreal and I’m still waiting to wake up.

This just feels too Murakamit-like in that I understand it’s real life but sometimes this pandemic and divorce makes it so hard to believe it’s reality.