This one’s gonna do numbers.

Per @boob.monster ‘s request

He does not have a cubicle, he has a SFX recording booth. And he is Mel Blanc ripping some of the hottest Loony Toons audio from 8:30AM to 4:30-ish PM on some days.

What it really is is the really low tone extremely long sustained burp every hour on the hour that sounds like a phone vibrating.

Woosh. You have chicken sandwich

You’re way too early for this.

*thunderous applause*

Start of an Aphex Twin song, obviously. Not the start of Aphex Twin in August of 1971.

So consider this an amendment to the post where I said “March.” It was April.

Oh. One last little tidbit:

The last normal day I had I remember vividly. It was April 10th. I was house sitting for a friend and I watched all of the first season of the Fallout show in one sitting. Then, when I got home, the end times happened.

Thank you for your time. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better.

I have no idea what I can gain from posting this. I need to be home to help my mother. I need work that doesn’t face customers. I need to be able to smile again.

All these needs. But no means of getting them.

I truly don’t know if this is just imposter syndrome run amok combined with my fear of neglecting my mother or if this is actually hell on earth, but I truly feel empty and destitute with everything going on. I miss who I was in January and February. They wouldn’t recognize the me in December.

I am having trouble walking, my depression has never been worse, and my ability to function has ceased. I can’t read my books, I can’t play my games, I can’t even listen to music. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I am not the person I once was.