It’s Thursday midnight round.I’m so tired. Last night I was updating my business web-pag
It’s Thursday midnight round.I’m so tired. Last night I was updating my business web-page. I have one of those. Was linking the stuff I wrote in the public. I do that usually once a month, but I haven’t done it since May, when our local lock-down was stopped. We have it again since last week.I have written some nice pieces. But today I’m so tired. People here renovate their flats and during the day time one cannot read or write, so I sleep in the morning until 10, 11 or noon and I write during the night. I sleep for about 4 to 6 hours and it’s taking it’s toll, I’m tired. I’m having some serious family problems. I’m short with money (not in any debts yet), I’m your average Joe in Europe and in the North America.I’ve realised it’s December, no Advent, no nothing. I thought 2019 was complicated, but I’ve got some nice cash during this time last year. I was so happy I really full in December. I had such nice arrangements for the spring of 2020. I’m so tired, I’m so unhappy, I’m withering away. All my wonderful talents, being wasted. Such a shame. I could do such nice things, and I don’t get the chance. What will I tell God one day, what have I done? I have planted some trees, very proud at that. I don’t have kids. Don’t plan to. I can only write and media has died here. Only reruns on the television, all news are covid related, everything nice has stopped. Only panic and death. I’m withering away. -- source link
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