He wakes up. He feels exhausted but the sleep tracker tells him that he slept well. He does not believe the sleep tracker. The sleep tracker is lying to him. It is sucking out his life force – digital succubus. He will not wear it again. He watches a trailer for a documentary about the role of women in the world today that is presented by a man. He wonders if the people who made this programme are aware of how this looks. He imagines that they probably don’t care. He smiles. Then he is sad. Then he stops caring and thinks about something else. He thinks about the poor quality coffee he is drinking and wonders if he should download the app that tells him how much coffee he is drinking and how much caffeine he has in his body so that he will then know when he can go to sleep. He considers that if he needs an app to tell him how and when to go to sleep based on the amount of coffee he has then he has no right to expect to be allowed to be unaccompanied out in public. He gets paid. He gets a free mug from the new health care provider that work is offering. It is a pink mug that changes colour to purple when cold liquids are put in it. It has GO YOU written on the front which seems the more he reads it like to disconnected words that a drunk might shout at him in the street at night. Everyone is being ridiculous about Ukraine and no one knows what is going on. Everyone is being ridiculous about the missing Malaysian plane and now black hole rapture theories are being brodcast by the mainstream news. He is tired. He goes to sleep. He has only been awake for an hour but it is enough. He will try again tomorrow.