Fatigue has set in. Limps feel - missing. Head is swelling, tummy awful, legs throat hands - losing control over how I'm operating these.
There must be some loose connections within the framework. I gotta have a good rest - my body produces heat like a shockwavee. I can feel it, I eat too much and exercise too little, gets hot too quickly and needs to be cooled consistently. Or maybe its just the weather.
I wish I can say its none of my business, but I can't. The thought of gritted teeth tomorrow to finish 101 things really make sense now so that I can drink less sodas, rest tiredness and random spouts of temperament, and definitely nurse my wounds.
I'm beginning to lose control. But if I break, I know no-one can mend me back, least of all pick up the pieces - I'm slogging already. Life should cut me some slack before I snap.