Staring into space contemplating not so much mortality, but any actual purpose to a life in a universe of of being just a speck on a rock surrounded by other rocks in a neverending nothingness void that goes on forever with no end…good idea/bad idea? I have another hour to kill, so.

Apparently a possible means of combating the quarantine sadness is to work yourself to the bone doing manual labor all day. And then drink yourself to sleep.