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.

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.

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.