Today
Is just one of those days, I guess.
It's pouring outside, and I was half drenched when I first entered this air-conditioned room.
I'm amazed I'm not even cold.
Perhaps its just me being a tad little annoyed/pissed that's keeping my body temperature above the average levels.
The worst part of it is that I never know why I'm angry, or sad, or pissed, or grumpy.
I only ever know why I am happy, elated, excited, anxious, satisfied, content.
Then again, maybe it's the migraine, induced by both the rain and me walking straight into 18 degree Celsius surroundings.
Or the aching in my arms brought by heavy lifting and carrying furniture halfway across the school compound.
Or the gnawing feeling that I have work undone yet am still procrastinating, simply asking to be swept up by the passing of days in a blur and then tossed away and left behind like those cheap, rusty cars as they experience tornado weather in places that I have never even set foot in.
Or the combination of the 3, which unexpectedly are really little green martians trying to screw me over in the hopes that I cut myself, then while I sleep they enter the wound and steal my blood, and then with a sample, return to their home planet, utilize the superhuman DNA in my bodily fluids and then create a virtually undefeatable warrior, bring him back, try to take over the Earth, then realize that, like me, the 'warrior' is too lazy to give a shit. Well, aliens, I already have 5 open wounds on my body.
But could you guys come tomorrow? I know the chances of actually entering a open wound tomorrow are way smaller than right now, due to my skin having the ability to heal itself over a period of time (superhuman to them, what to us we call cell reparation), but I just hope you guys would be a little sensitive to my current emotions.
Since, after all, today is a bad day.
I promise I'll be a thousand times more hospitable tomorrow.

-1610, 21-4-10


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