March 2, 2021
First day of the month didn't start so great.

Well it started great, but I feel like maybe the greatness came in a too big wave, and drained me of greatness, and by the end of the day I'd lost my sunshine.

I ended up stressed instead, privy to all the things I hadn't caught up with during the day; all the things I should've done. Maybe my boss wasn't totally happy with my performance either. Maybe I let myself down a little.

Maybe I should've said something when we bumped into our mutual acquaintance during the lunch walk, cause my break is limited and apparently tasks were waiting...

Stuff like that, that make you say things. That make you hollow. That make you vacant. That when you sleep: your mind gets chasing. But it's improval! It's what we do all.

New day's adjacent.