30 september 2020
This morning I went to the gym before work. Usually I go in the evenings and I found the place was a lot busier and difficult to navigate in a socially distant way. I'm glad I went but by the time I got home I needed to get on with work pretty quickly, but my external monitor had stopped working. I was ready to smash it into tiny pieces over nothing. Something about raised testosterone and frustration in other areas of my life, something about knowing how much I had to do today and how few roadblocks I could afford.