Heyy.
It’s the one ant in your cup of coffee this morning that couldn’t make it out alive, so it decided to drown in your bitter caffeine and hoped you didn’t notice.
Apparently,
I have died 3 months here? I’ll make it up to myself and to whomever that’s stalking
this page (I love you).
Nothing went on during the past months, I like to lie to myself that I’m taking a break for 3 months straight and not admit that I have absolutely nothing going on in my day-to-day existence, except for a few hiccups here and there.
It could be just me that felt like time passed too quickly all of a sudden. Every now and then, it made me anxious and panicky on what to do with so little time that I have, and I hate that feeling.
I hate planning on a future that’s most probably
not going to come true, and I hate myself for spending so much time dwelling on
the idea that I can do something about it RIGHT NOW.
Anyway, I don’t
feel as tired as before. I’m so grateful to have this space to rest and sleep
well. Fatigue can have many causes, and often there’s no other treatment better
than sleep. As to my body, I’m thinking it’s because of:
- old age (I’m 100 years old);
- dehydrated (I don’t need water I’m hydrophobic);
- weather (who needs the sun anyway);
- unconventional sleep schedule (what’s circadian rhythm
I’m not human) or;
- post-covid symptoms (never tested positive but worth some
doubt?)
Just do the opposite of what I did and you’ll be finer than any fine imposed on our former politicians (100% guaranteed).
I’m going to do full body check-ups soon and
some dental and vision check as well, to see if any parts of it are still salvageable.
But hey, go see a doctor if you’re not feeling tip top. Please don’t wait until parts of your body is bleeding because by then you’ll have to cough out extra cash to reserve a seat for me at your funeral.
Love you💖