April 6, 2020
It must be Monday: I met with my World Literature class this morning to discuss Oedipus Rex. Man, that 40 minute Zoom session flew by. Or should I say zoomed by?
The daze are starting to merge together in some kind of surrealistic Ballardian mindscape. Either that, or this is the beginning of a cosmic Lovecraftian horror story wherein we’ll soon be visited by individual tentacled nightmares that merge with us out of some abysmal dimension of eldritch magenta. I think something is wrong with my liver. April is the cruelest month, after all. Maybe I just need some real sleep.