Man in the Morning...

It would seem that chaos was the theme of the last few days, almost a week. My friend Juan, from the Y, dragged me to a protest outside City Hall. It is there that the first unusual event took place, where one Sean was seemingly placed into a possessed or religious experience followed by inhuman movements outside of his control to initiate the boiling point from mob mentality to full riot.
 
Later, I too seemed to succumb to a momentary fugue state in which only a persona unlike my one could have initiated the actions taken within the missing time. I fear this may damage the working relationship with Linda, but I hope that in the years she has known me that she will surely recognize those actions as not my own.
 
I was at least introduced to something called Twitch and met one of the streamers, Zaldar, or as I met him, Zack. Something to listen to with Sabrina while I grade papers.
 
Part of me wants to just move past the events of today, however, knowing myself, I will not be able to do so without further research and scrutiny.