I ended March bouncing between business paralysis, birthday notes, rock and dancefloor exhibits, family anger, Christian-Buddhist spirals, and the ugly feeling that both the world and my own head were stalling at once.
I spent the day scared for my family and furious at how Covid was tightening life in Sri Lanka, praising harsher control, obsessing over social-credit style order, and treating the whole thing like a horror film I still had...
Bill Hader clips, drifting work, emails, an annoying sales interruption, and Queen songs made the day feel sideways rather than decisive, with me stuck between routine admin and private aggression.
Defying Gravity came back as a full emotional frame for the day, reopening all the fantasy, longing, theatrical self-image, and partnership projection I kept feeding through music.
Candidate outreach and handout politics kept the day sharp, as I moved between hiring judgement, rehab thinking, and a harder-edged view of what people should or should not be entitled to.
SIERRA follow-ups, blocked momentum, cold anger, and shutdown stress gave the day a hot edge, with me trying to keep deals alive while resenting how slow and resistant everyone else felt.
I spent the day arguing policy in my head, screening candidates, and trying to think practically about ventilators, leadership, and crisis response while the whole environment kept feeling unstable.
This was a true chaos day: too many cards in the air, bomb imagery, survival logic, Covid escalation, and nonstop mental switching between business, fear, and disaster scenarios.
Singapore food cravings, Friends-style nostalgia, and exile feelings ran through the day, with me using memory, TV, and comfort fantasies to cope with how cut off and displaced I felt.
Britney, good-vibes posting, and lighter surface energy masked a day that still felt brittle underneath, because even the optimistic tone was really me trying to keep a weak core from showing.
My mother boxing up wine bottles triggered a bigger day of home pressure, practical irritation, and emotional spillover, with family logistics opening up the same old power and trust tensions.
Freemasonry, nostalgia, depression, and old music fused into a day where I mostly wanted to escape, remember my father differently, and find some emotional structure inside a collapsing world.
