I was made to eat sweets this week. Haven't eaten anything sour that lasts more than a minute. Men. I was even forced to eat lots even if my tummy would scream for a no. And as usual, I am called to do something where the place I am called at is full of people near the place where I am intended to be doped for. You know, the situation where you just got upstairs to your temporary bedroom and had dived into the bed for pc works then no 30 seconds had passed they will call you back downstairs at the kitchen just to close the windows. Uh-huh.

There's also this talk thing where the person says so-so regarding the other person when the speaker himself is more than what he describes the other person as.

I might as well go out of the house here today. Haven't stepped out. My will says so. But, my body says no.

Fu.

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