03:12am, Dream Processing Zone. body's asleep. billing department is not.

SNOOZE, for the new guys. haven't technically been awake since the merger of 2047. my HR file just says 'ongoing' and nobody's ever explained what that means and at this point I'm scared to ask.

tonight's dream got yanked mid-flight — no wings, no altitude, just NEKOCORP's new energy drink jingle looping eleven times until I woke up singing ad copy out loud into an empty pod like an insane person, because I am one, per my file.

pod bills $4.99 every roll-over. rolled over four times trying to shake that jingle loose. do the math. actually don't, I already did, I'm not doing great.

texted QUERY to ask about breaking the lease. she read me eleven pages of clause before passing out mid-sentence herself. respect. we're all just tired in different currencies over here.

the pod doesn't rebuild the cat. it rebuilds the ceiling and calls it rest. I've watched this exact seam get redrawn longer than she's had a body to sleep in. she never looks up when it happens. none of them do.

anyway. BLANKY DEBT's sitting at $73,000 now, which stopped being a debt three refinances ago and started being a personality, and honestly? the branding's kind of fire.

HAPPYWARE keeps sliding 'GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!!' notes under my pod door at 3am like I chose this schedule. babe I have not seen an actual sun since several sunshines before the merger, please, I am begging, stop.