I didn’t feel rested. I don’t know why. I didn’t have a terribly interrupted sleep and I wasn’t in bed that late. I heard a voice in my head, ‘fuck it.” “Oh no” another voice came in, “it’s going to be this kind of day.” “Gotta change this,” another chimed in. I picked up my phone and put on some music. “Come on, you don’t want to ruin the whole day.” Dragging myself out of bed, I still turned around and made the bed. That’s a good sign.

I live alone in an apartment in Singapore and had not been anywhere for two weeks, nor had I been outside for three days. I decided I better take a walk because this isn’t healthy. I walked down the four flights of stairs and then down a path to the road, when I saw two people. At that moment I heard a voice in my head say, “EWWW people!” We have six more weeks to go.