Sometimes it is too easy to hate what you love. Today is one of those odd days. I can’t for the life of me find any joy with writing today. Just typing this out fills me with apathy.
I guess that is what makes us human. The need for a short break. Do something different to get focus away from what we constantly are doing. Kind of a mental reboot of the brain.
Goody Two Shoes will probably tell you otherwise. Insist that you should just suck it up and force yourself to work. But Goody Two Shoes isn’t aware his life will probably be shortened by 20 years because of stress. Not to mention, his work will always be subpar, as his brain is constantly unrested and unfocused.
Goody Two Shoes thinks quantity is better than quality. Poor fool – never excelled and died early.
In Norway this is usually the coldest period of the year. While here in Australia it is usually the warmest. Yesterday it peaked at 33 degrees Celsius. Today it might’ve peaked at 32. Tomorrow it is said it might reach 36 in Brisbane. Areas outside of Brisbane might reach 38 and has been issued with a fire weather warning.
The two ice cubes in my Whiskey [Wild Turkey] has almost melted away. It only took a few minutes in this damn heat.
It’s the humidity that makes it so intolerable. Sweating all day. Feeling all icky and disgusting. You’re not walking around when outside. You’re swimming around and thick humidity. One step closer to drowning while on land.
Not really doing my writing a favour. Not at all. Spend all my day sitting still, sweating and drinking any type of liquid to quench the thirst and cool me down.
Tomorrow I’ll refrain from taking the BMX for a morning ride. Can’t risk– and I’m not joking –dying from heat stroke. Not sure if I’ll get any writing done during the day. Hopefully finish editing a few drafts at night. Might just try reading a book.