Awake at six AM today. Wandering around the house, listening to the Dresden Dolls covering War Pigs, falling back into the routine I left behind several months ago: shower; clothing; breakfast; Bullet Journal. Review the weekly checkpoint, get started on the urgent tasks for the day.
Today’s urgent tasks: booking a doctor’s appointment so I can get my liver checked, to make sure the current antidepressants are not causing it damage; review the answers to interview questions, to make sure I don’t sound like a numpty; write something.
Then remember to go to my day-job after spending the last ten days on leave, catching up with people. Apparently the combination of antidepressants and the promise of either breakfast foods, pork belly, or butter chicken will make me insanely social.
I’ve ended up taking a short, unscheduled break from writing newsletters over the last fourteen days. Regular GenrePunk Ninja transmissions will resume
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