Bad start to a day.
Bad nausea all night.
Bad work day ahead.
Bad work week ahead.
Bad weather forecast.
Only baggy, ill-fitting underwear left.
Sense of reality is hazy at best, let alone ability to pretend like normal is real.
Not sure if the bread is still good to make a sandwich for lunch.
These are all my worries before I get out of bed, before my day actually starts.
Then I get out and start the shower and the water – won’t – get – hot.
(that’s code for “cuntfucker”).