i dreamt that i was munching on chips that had chocolate on one side of it. it tasted extremely salty. and then i woke up, with an acutely sore throat.
i can't understand how my good-for-nothing lifestyle has led to the breaking down of my immune system. and i remember it broke down at the same time last year.
i wish the heart wasn't so deceitful.
james always said that the greatest distance exists between the heart and the mind.
the techician knocked on my door the day before to check on the spoilt window i reported. but how can i let him in when my table is a mountain and thus an obstruction to his repair works, and especially when i was still lying on my bed. i have to call him back someday. but i don't have the motivation to clear my table, and thus i live in worry for the impending hazard my window poses.
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