Day 25:

   The days are blending together so much.  I don't have memories to anchor different events in time.  Most of the time, I don't know what day of the week or the date.  Everything feels detached.  We get 'rewards' every five days for surviving quarantine, and tonight's already feels like a week ago.  The first one feels like a different lifetime.

   I swear I did the dishwasher, but was that yesterday?  Was it three mornings ago?  Is it in two hours?  When did I clean the cupboards?  Saturday?  No, tomorrow is Saturday.  Was it Tuesday?  When was Tuesday?  When will Tuesday be?  Will Tuesday ever come again?

   This is so weird, guys.  I wish I could anchor my life, but it's drifting away on a tide of disassociation and existentialism.