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Monday is for work.
Eddie wakes up with a headache, again, and forces himself to write out the day's schedule, whatever he knows about it. Meeting. Meals. Headache. This isn't necessarily a better mood, but his brain is geared toward getting something done, right now. He schedules "work" around gaps of time for brain hurting and lawyer.
Today "work" is developing a cipher for his notes. It will no longer do to write them in plaintext. Then, work is copying over everything he's written that he wants to keep (pretty much everything) into code, and destroying the originals. Yesterday made him insecure about how long he'll get to keep his yellow notepad.
He was polite but very brief with whatever random orderly brought him dinner, very quiet. This hasn't let up, into the morning.
Eddie wakes up with a headache, again, and forces himself to write out the day's schedule, whatever he knows about it. Meeting. Meals. Headache. This isn't necessarily a better mood, but his brain is geared toward getting something done, right now. He schedules "work" around gaps of time for brain hurting and lawyer.
Today "work" is developing a cipher for his notes. It will no longer do to write them in plaintext. Then, work is copying over everything he's written that he wants to keep (pretty much everything) into code, and destroying the originals. Yesterday made him insecure about how long he'll get to keep his yellow notepad.
He was polite but very brief with whatever random orderly brought him dinner, very quiet. This hasn't let up, into the morning.