I started writing this at 39 hours. Then I started writing it again at 62 hours. Finally, here I am at 85 hours. Infection has set in. My flesh has rotted and flaked from my bones, and I’ve managed to get the game’s teeth out of me.
Being positive or optimistic is, on the whole, not a bad thing. I mean, probably. So shut up. Of course, there are people out there who are overly positive. Delusionally positive. Too positive for their own good. Positive squared. Etc. But I’m not here to talk about them. They can eff off.
He fails. Oh he fails so hard.
I could care less. I couldn’t care less. Either way, I don’t care.
I’ve a quick thought exercise for you. Yeah, I know. Reading and exercise in one post. I’m the worst. But whatever. It’ll only take a moment. Or maybe several. Not long, is the point.
I don’t really know how this happened. I only installed it to say I’d given it a go. I fully expected to ditch it after a couple of hours.