No word on my STT acrylic pieces order. Haven’t had the motivation to read Ivy’s book, or finish writing my musical play. Tomorrow, my Arip jab at the clinic. Sometimes I feel like a mere shell of who I was, before the incessant hits and lobbing off parts of my feelings, before my 2007 stroke, and loss of my job.
Trying to earn money is almost pointless with the Americans shipping their witch problem into my mindspace. I guess I’ll learn to take things easy, not being in the pink of health anyway.
Was able to drink more water lately. Previously, I felt queasy. Also ate a bit more food. Lack fibre tho. Think I will just browse watch channels on YouTube until lunch.
* * *
Was out with Dad for his formal Covid test before he goes ‘under the knife’ next week. We’re barely able to cope with day to day responsibilities, one illness after another, plus I’m mentally disabled. Liew witchy forces spreading their lies again. It’s a tough world out there where you don’t get respect if you don’t give respect. We’re poorer now and good things come by hard.
Getting down to work on my musical later this afternoon. I started some lyrics already last night. Resting is important as well. I ate a square meal for the first time in 5 days. Didn’t have much appetite previously.
No comments:
Post a Comment