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Commence attempts to function, even if by writing everything into a garbage bag in a dump in the ethersphere.

Set alarm for 6 for sunrise, as suggested by weather.com
The sun had already rose.
Ate something from the back of the fridge and collapsed in bed in pain 10 minutes later.
Slept through phone rings.
Sat up at 11:11.
Having dreamed of a rooftop party with a big screen showing film of those in attendance.
An older woman in a grey flounce dress and a leather jacket hanging from her elbows, the way we wear what doesn't fit well when it's cold, came up the stairs and paused, looking as though she'd forgotten her makeup from three days ago what with the crying. And the party stopped on a few gentlemanly pivots and became more sincere and I put my head in my arms and started crying as she walked toward a corner edge.

Wait. I mean I should see if I still have a job, if this mac I transported still works though I haven't opened it since re-installing X 4 years ago and cram some of this random stuff back in a box so it feels righter.
Check my messages, see if anyone will talk to me about how to talk to this boss guy to see if he'll still give me work because I know otherwise I'm going to accidentally flirt which is why I meant no offense, honest, I didn't.