spent some time outside during 'working hours' (i believe those to be objective).

got covid tested for safety's sake, made a run to target, and took a random lap around the block after playing too much chess on my phone during lunch.

in the evening, i took another evening walk, this time directly west, in and around the chic restaurants and people. my entire body felt restless and it was not an easy feeling. murmuring to myself the entire time in a british accent like joe wilkinson from "8 out of 10 cats does countdown", i felt a little insane.

had no idea what to do with myself, really.

sent a few voice messages to o.f., but i felt like any real sharing of the manic state my brain was in would be to no avail. she's got other shit to do. so i just kept talking to myself, using street names and retail shops as fodder for shitty jokes.

there was one i was really proud of, but can't remember.

update:

approximated my route on a map, and found the shop i walked by: "Slightly Alabama", to which i said, "what the fuck is slightly alabama? you either fucked your cousin or you didn't."

some thoughts are best kept to oneself.