In the evening I had a dream in which i died while looking for my car.
Somebody whacked me on the head with a rock I think.
Every channel I tune into either shows a movie I’ve seen before or an episode from a local series so inane that pondering whether it’s a repeat is completely meaningless
My dinner came out of a glossy plastic bag with full-colour prints on it.
The soft drink I had afterwards did not help me forget any of it.
As good a rendering of Hell as any I can think of.