trying to turn this day around despite the hour

still wanting to hit a figurative home run

getting restless with this prolonged free agency

combatting new levels of anhedonia

trudging through foggy quagmires of uncertainty

wanting to be more diligent and vigilant

yet today waking up later than usual

wondering if the president kicked the bucket

knowing full well that happenings never happen

sensing that the long weekend will go quietly

hibernating my linked-in due to apathy

experiencing rapid derealization

reorganized into nine different sectors

handling matters of gradient complex perspectives

enjoying an algorithm-free telegram

beginning the month with a cleaner app diet

limiting myself to weekly on instagram

celebrating a distant country's knowledge day

staggering these aphorisms at random times

marking two thousand days of the pseudo-crisis

using media only to sort stimuli