The plagues that run through my life, lift me up with hope, high and very dryly ringing me down, oh the many memories I have of flakes. The despondent to utter failure!

Admittedly, I might have been one on very few occasions in my life, though not intentionally and not recently… especially upon my entrance to adulthood… post uni… a phase more or less characterized as time being money and money being time. But now I ain’t got none…

Alas, it happens. how do I prevent it? use judgment?

maybe I’ll think more clearly in the morning. I’ll get back to you!