Oh boy emails are fucking hard. I& #39;m trying to tell my benefits administration team at work that my doctor thinks I have COVID and ordered a test and I& #39;m trying to make sure I& #39;m following the company& #39;s guidelines to be eligible for 100% waive diagnostic fees and I can& #39;t start with

good afternoon because it& #39;s after midnight and I have a fever and don& #39;t remember what comes after that. It& #39;s no longer evening, right? You don& #39;t say good night in an email. Maybe it& #39;s technically morning but that seems weird. Though surely they won& #39;t be reading this until morning

I& #39;m not fucking built for navigating corporate email etiquette while I can& #39;t even breathe. Why is it so fucking hard to just exist?

I& #39;d be embarrassed about this thread except:
Fuck it

I had a nightmare today that Mitch McConnell made a kettle of boiling water for tea and once it was ready he poured it out all over me and laughed.