April 22nd, 2020 – 574 – Day thirty-seven

If it wasn’t for my writing, I don’t think I would even know what day of the week it was. I work most days, and it all blends into one puddle of fug in either case. But I’m doing ok in either case. I need to sleep now but I’m pleased with how my writing went. I’m conscious the writing is super unpolished, but it should be fixable. Anyway night night.