I swear to god I’m losing my mind. Today, I actually found myself staring at the wall for ten minutes, just thinking about what I used to do at the factory at 10:15 AM on a Tuesday. Like, was it coffee break? Was it sorting the screws? I have NO idea what to do with myself in this stupid quiet house all day and it’s actually embarrassing how much I miss the noise and the smell of grease. I'm 55 years old and I'm practically having a breakdown because I don't know how to fill my goddamn day. Who even AM I anymore? It’s pathetic, honestly.