It’s chilly tonight. I fear I might be coming down with something again, despite not yet having fully recovered from the flu that left me bedridden for a week only a few weeks ago. I am also apparently having an allergic reaction to something, though my elimination-and-substitution experiments have yet to reveal what exactly is trying to finish me this time. Lucky me. I’m sitting on my bed now, propped against the headboard with my laptop balanced on my lap. Only my face and one hand are unclad because, I have decided tonight would be a good time to experiment with typing one-handed. Before getting into bed, I looked at myself in the mirror and swiftly turned away because I did not like who I saw or the defeat written so plainly across her face. Defeated by whom? Or by what? Well, let’s unpack the day. Maybe somewhere in the telling, I’ll arrive at the answer. Or maybe not. Argh! What a day. What an interesting day. I thought I had already experienced emotionally intense moments this…
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