Contemporaneous: Chapters 36 – 37
36. The change keeps me up at night. There’s something I feel, like the hour before you come down with something like food poisoning, or a cold – you can feel your body’s queasy, can feel it’s struggling with something that shouldn’t be present, and you’re just hopeful that you’ll fight it off, but there’s an inevitability that it’s going to unravel spectacularly. Only it doesn’t – outside of a lack of sleep, and constant restlessness, and some tightness in my back and shoulder blades, nothing develops, other than the awful exhaustion I feel when I drag myself out of bed before my alarm goes off at 6.43am. I text…
Contemporaneous: Chapter 35
35. There’s not a lot of point spending time at work on Tuesday – not writing about it, that is, although it’s a frustrating day where software fucks me over. We use Macs at work; for some reason, every now and again when I open any Microsoft software, like Word (to read and edit a manuscript), or Outlook (to check my emails), the Mac decides that it needs to verify the software. I’ve only used this computer and this software for the last ten years, so I have no idea why it insists on these sporadic verifications. Somewhere, somebody (or a team of somebodies) is being paid to make these…
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