In Keeping a Notebook

I woke up with rattling headache and a profound sense of annoyance because this is wont to happen in my days off, though the dishonor of constantly getting this experience is probably exemplified by my tendency to ride the boom-bust cycle of overwork and exhaustion. Because I'm also the paragon of mental stability, the next minute I was awash with melancholy. Suddenly, I could feel the rush of blood in my veins, millions of cells born and died and doing inexplicable things under my skin, my throbbing skull being the only thing between this dangerous world and my fleshy gray matters. It's truly a miracle to be alive, this human body so robust and so fragile at the same time, an interconnecting network working day and night until they cease to be. In short, just a typical morning. Found my old drawings and notes back from high school days. That sure brings back memories. I will never stop being amused by the fact that I've grown to be such a different person yet fundamentally the same.…