There are bad days and then there are "eating marshmallows straight from the bag" bad days. (It's nothing major, just quarantine blues with a side of low key existential dread)
Not a marshmallow fan, but this week has been eat-dark-chocolate-covered-fruit-straight-from-the-bag-then-later-pretend-that-didn’t-happen-and-eat-Nutella-straight-from-the-jar-with-a-spoon, so I feel you. This thread tells me I’m in good company. 
