May 22nd, 2025 - Remember?

I'm getting sick. I've been fighting whatever is inside of me for a week now, everyday I wake with pain in my throat. This isn't some metaphor to my inneptitude to speak or anything poetic, I just genuinely hurt. At work I found myself weak and exhausted, my cowokers love me however and were more than supportive, taking over the line, handing me pain killers and making me tea. I am blessed. After the pain killers, tea and rest I felt pretty good. The rest of work went over with ease and I spent the better part of the afternoon shopping and running errands. I took out some money to buy merch tomorrow, I bought some Soju to pregame, and I bought my concert outfit. Getting home I tried it on, loved it, put it away. I ate some soup and watched Doc Who, and then finished the night off watching a video on Sukuna v Gojo. I find it insane to think that I'm a sous-chef. Like, that's my job. A skill I not only know, but know well. Especially because when I was 19 all I could cook was instant noodles. I remember my partner at the time, I had bragged and bragged about how good I made instant noodles, we spent nights at her place and I made us noodles with all these vegetables and pho stock. I was an awful boyfriend. Phew, but that part of me is over. I wrote over it in permanent marker to make sure no one could see underneath. It's weird to see yourself age and be absolutely horrifcily powerless to stop it. It's one of those things where you fear it, thinking about how badly it's going to hurt; And when it's over you wonder why you ever worried at all. UGH! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HA- Life is strange, goodnight! - Dyl