Laying on my bed. Computer perched on my chest, now closed. I feel sick. I haven’t left the house today. I couldn’t. Waiting all week for this day, my day off. I lay here seeping in regret, for lost time. I had prepared for this. Creating endless lists, both mental and physical. So much to do, so much I didn’t do. It all started last night. When I binge watched endless episodes of the Gilmore Girls after returning home from a dinner out. Falling asleep to the sound of Babette