One question…why can’t people feel ok when they are sick? Why do they always have to feel bad and horrible when they are having flu? Can’t we just get away with feeling not happy or sluggish to begin with? Why must it always feel like you were forced to run a marathon when you’re unfit and had angry people beat you up because you lost. I DO hope that I get better before the semester starts.
But at the rate I’m going, I sense more sleepless nights.
Because right after I completed 30 articles in 96 hours, I now have to complete 30 more articles in one week. Which doesn’t sound so bad really except for two really big reasons.
1. I have to write about sports.
2. I have to write about fashion.
I can also sense those of you who know me well are laughing your head off in perpetual horror at the fact that of ALL people in the known universe, I’M supposed to write most of my 30 articles on the topics that I haven’t the slightest clue whatsoever on. You might as well give those monkey’s their typewriters right now and they can probably write something better than what I can come up with.
So I guess this calls for another miracle.
Which worries me because isn’t there supposed to be a quota of how many miracles a person can put out over a lifetime? I mean…if I push hard to create things which seem almost impossible to do at first, won’t it mean that when the push comes to shove, I won’t have anything left to save my sorry ass later on?
Hell, at the rate I’m going with all the ridiculous things I seem to be creating out of thin air, I think I should be declared a saint when I die. Hmmm…come to think of it, I wonder what would I make a good Saint for?
I could have the Pope declare me “Saint Edrei” – The patron saint of people who push their limits and survive with just a bad headache.
Me…a religious figure.
Now that is something to be really scared about.