I turned formatting arguments and letterhead micro-edits into the centre of the day, but underneath that fussiness was a deeper unease about bias, control, and how I wanted the company to look and feel.

Biden’s win landed less as closure than as another moral argument inside my head, with guilt, revenge, and the need to explain myself all fighting for the same space.

I spent the day stuck between heat rage, broken air-conditioning, handbook work, election drift, dream residue, and darker fantasy loops, with all of it making the day feel far more volatile than the admin surface suggests.

I spent the day trying to hold the line against violence and chaos, then drifted through war anxiety, race arguments, and a long chain of late-night reading I couldn’t stop.