I burned the shit out of my tongue just now, taking a sip of tea I just made.
I know, how smart of me.
With the leftover feeling of decaying taste buds in my mouth and hair soaking wet, I wait patiently for the bus.
It’s 6 am and I can never tell if I actually see the bus coming, or if it’s just another one of my dillusions.
Thank god it wasn’t because I was starting to feel a sense of pneumonia coming on.
I have 25 minutes to get to work on time.
I’ll spend these minutes finishing this post, and practicing Japanese.
In a universe with nothing to do, I want to do everything.
So why not?
Create a good day.