Had a drink and lying down on the couch.

I look outside from the window and I see the street, buildings, trees and lights. But not all. I only see part of the street, my side of the buildings, some branches of the trees, a portion of lights.

If I look harder, I feel the world is rendering the images for me to see. Like, it was a plain gray behind the building, and when I stretch out my neck, inch by inch I feel the world is computing hard to show me what's behind the building.

I know it's the alcohol, but maybe it's the brain activation medicine for us to find out the world is actually all virtual. Yet we can't find the proof so it became a conspiracy, an urban legend, only Elon Musk and his fans truly believe it.

I am less depressed because I took laxatives yesterday - I'm finally not full of shit. Scientific research shows that keeping a clean colon is a key to leveling up your happiness, maybe it's part of my depression comes from, not all from my work.

That said, when my manager told me my concerns about the governance process are not related to the meeting agenda and should not be addressed in front of everyone like I was a lowlife, I was still rolling my eyes (in my heart, of course).

Ah no, but I'm really a lowlife, what am I thinking?

• Prompt: Amy on the couch looking out the window, urban London buildings, streetlight, street, trees, night time, ultra realistic, technology, cyberpunk, highly detailed, dramatic lighting, 8k

• Diary day: 4

• Depression level: 6

• Gut health level: 6

• Exercise level: 5

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Had a drink and lying down on the couch.

I look outside from the window and I see the street, buildings, trees and lights. But not all. I only see part of the street, my side of the buildings, some branches of the trees, a portion of lights.

If I look harder, I feel the world is rendering the images for me to see. Like, it was a plain gray behind the building, and when I stretch out my neck, inch by inch I feel the world is computing hard to show me what's behind the building.

I know it's the alcohol, but maybe it's the brain activation medicine for us to find out the world is actually all virtual. Yet we can't find the proof so it became a conspiracy, an urban legend, only Elon Musk and his fans truly believe it.

I am less depressed because I took laxatives yesterday - I'm finally not full of shit. Scientific research shows that keeping a clean colon is a key to leveling up your happiness, maybe it's part of my depression comes from, not all from my work.

That said, when my manager told me my concerns about the governance process are not related to the meeting agenda and should not be addressed in front of everyone like I was a lowlife, I was still rolling my eyes (in my heart, of course).

Ah no, but I'm really a lowlife, what am I thinking?

• Prompt: Amy on the couch looking out the window, urban London buildings, streetlight, street, trees, night time, ultra realistic, technology, cyberpunk, highly detailed, dramatic lighting, 8k

• Diary day: 4

• Depression level: 6

• Gut health level: 6

• Exercise level: 5

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