The time loop seems to repeat about every five minutes these days. It’s only a matter of time before we reach mass capacity.
I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.
Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen.
I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.
There are men in the men’s room.
I can’t drink from the water cooler anymore. There’s something in it.
Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think.
I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.
Bill, my desk plant, keeps growing. He won’t stop growing. Dear God, make him stop growing.
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.