Pay Day Tomorrow
Pay day tomorrow, the expectancy of some more powerful shopping, such weighted limbs and the satisfaction of knowing the foresight of the event was the making of such an event. Nevertheless, tomorrow I won’t be spending countless hours in the City picking and choosing. Rather, I’m buying all my clothing from Gas Station, moving to the shoe store right next door and from there I head straight to St. James Station, laden with complacency. That is the celebration of today but rather, the downside is happening as we speak.
Like I thought would have happened and helped out along with my headache today, I don’t feel the desire to write affluently tonight. Today was a cold one and my flu didn’t escalate but it didn’t get better. Coming home tonight I froze waiting for the bus, hoping that I would get home soon and just relax. Therefore, this is what I have done for the past couple of hours, something I don’t normally get to accomplish because of pride and responsibility.
Tonight, with my increasing headache and these very tired eyes, I will get to sleep after writing this entry but that doesn’t go without saying that I will give some effort to philosophical interest. The day’s worth can be shed tomorrow as this headache throbs all the more now but a quick remember to memory. Today should be the ember’s daze upon recollection as the date recognizes an important chain of events in our existence.
Months With Lyssa And Jewell
Nevertheless, I’m not celebrating it anymore than Lyssa would be in her oblivious state. In regards to what memory serves and events, I’m intrigued as to how I celebrated my months with Lyssa but never with Jewell. I feel the reason for this was due to our getting together on the first of the month and it being too much of a cliché or over-necessity to celebrate such a day. With Lyssa, being the 21st doesn’t sound too common and therefore, celebration was viable.
That my friends shall be the end of me now. Let us hope that I get better after these four days of being sick and after tonight, strongly blowing my nose won’t ripple my headache to a excessively painful degree. Tomorrow is a day of fun, of antics and of shopping celebration. Save the alliteration for tomorrow when I jump on these pages all the more celebrant, until then…
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
