I'm totally sure shit happens.
Bookout today wasn't smooth as expected.
During area cleaning I acidentally cut my fingers on the fan. Now all's left working on my left hand is my thumb and little pinky. Just when I told I could come home and play some bass, I can't now. I thought I could come back and play some dota, I can't now. I thought I could come back and shoot some ass in FallOut, I can't now. ):
And I cabbed home alone today, and well done, PIE traffic jam. Took some time to exit from PIE asap, and uncle took a detour to AYE->ECP. He charged me $25 only though, instead of the $32.60 on the meter, saying how it's partially his fault for not turning on the radio and listening to the traffic watch. Very nice uncle I see, and really grateful.
Anyways, another week flew/crawled past like that. Sometimes it's pretty fast, sometimes it's just pretty much at snail's pace. Still not able to find out whether I'm downgraded already, due the countless human/technical errors I've been meeting along this path towards
enlightenment. LOL
I don't give a hoot about how people think about me now anyways. I've been given an
Excuse prolonged exposure to sunlight status by my specialist, but what I used to do was to stay in the hot sun anyways, and until the sergeant tells me to proceed to she shelter, Ill then (sometimes) move to the shade, most of the time I'll just tell him it's alright and I'll just stay in the sun since everyone else was doing it. Partially it was because I was afraid how people will label me as a
chaokeng, even sunlight also wanna avoid.
Now, I've thought through it anyways. I deserve that status, I'm on medication, and it's my own health issue. Why should I care about how people think, how people label me. To hell with those black pots, trying to paint me black.
