Tuesday, 2nd April 2019.
Go to work.
Lay in bed.
Eat junk food.
Thursday, 4th April 2019.
I’ve managed to do something other than sleep this evening. I managed to go and visit Carter. It may not seem like much but I thought I was going to die yesterday. Not by my hand, but just die. By the the hand of god. Or Geoff. Or whatever he calls himself these days.
I think I was just kidding myself. There are downsides to immortality.
I’d have been happy to drift away. Be forgotten.
I’m just not that lucky.