I must be a tad unhappy to write universally acceptable blog posts. My mind works best when I feel down. Marginally down and not tragically down, I mean. Too much of unhappiness just makes me bitter.
But I'm neither happy nor unhappy right now. So I do admit this post's going to suck. I'm just sick with the flu and I could only protest, but I'm all right. It's not that bad, I guess. I might be making a big deal out of it. At least I've got an excuse for a post like this. The odd thing is I can't pinpoint why my body acted the way it did.
My friend (who, coincidentally or not, is as down-and-out as I am) said we stepped on some unseen spirit and now we were inherently chastised. So our body temperatures were rising against us. It is naive, I know, but in far provinces, this is factual. I'll still raise my eyebrow on that notion, however.
But it doesn't really matter. People get sick all the damn time. Some are just ridiculously immature enough to find the need to blog about it, which reminds me of something, by the way.
The last time I contracted anything similar to this was in sixth grade and that was the only time of my life I felt semi-suicidal. Maybe I wished to die, then. Haven't we all, at one point in our lives? I can't share the story, however. I am thinking I should give myself a rest before I get a relapse.
[I'll make something less whiney tomorrow. I bet they won't allow me to go outside. I'll have all the time I need. G'bye.]
But I'm neither happy nor unhappy right now. So I do admit this post's going to suck. I'm just sick with the flu and I could only protest, but I'm all right. It's not that bad, I guess. I might be making a big deal out of it. At least I've got an excuse for a post like this. The odd thing is I can't pinpoint why my body acted the way it did.
My friend (who, coincidentally or not, is as down-and-out as I am) said we stepped on some unseen spirit and now we were inherently chastised. So our body temperatures were rising against us. It is naive, I know, but in far provinces, this is factual. I'll still raise my eyebrow on that notion, however.
But it doesn't really matter. People get sick all the damn time. Some are just ridiculously immature enough to find the need to blog about it, which reminds me of something, by the way.
The last time I contracted anything similar to this was in sixth grade and that was the only time of my life I felt semi-suicidal. Maybe I wished to die, then. Haven't we all, at one point in our lives? I can't share the story, however. I am thinking I should give myself a rest before I get a relapse.
[I'll make something less whiney tomorrow. I bet they won't allow me to go outside. I'll have all the time I need. G'bye.]
