I had a really bad lucid dream just now.
Either that or I am heading for Dark Depression due to low dopamine.
Other than that, it is a well-rested sleep.
I am back to Galgalatz. TraXX is plagued with Dad Jokes which are not funny. I can't stand it.
I think I just ramble a bit.
Nope... Nothing comes to mind.
Depression is really a bad thing to have and I am experiencing it now.
This is due to the cigarette withdrawal I am sure.
When it comes, I am mentally handicapped.
The answer is to chew the Nicotine Gum until my mood is up again.
This is so bad...
Feed the Good Wolf.
I imagine this is worse than PMS. One minute I was up, the next minute I was down, down, down.
Think happy thoughts. I have so much range to think, why do I need to succumb to a gloomy thought? One thought that keeps on banging in my head is to smoke a cigarette.
That I won't do. I rather chew the Nicotine Gum.
How about I call a spade a spade? What if I follow the argument to where it leads?
True enough FUD starts showing its ugly face.
Let's recall a happy moment. Yes, many happy thoughts. I decided to listen to Iron Maiden.
Yes, Iron Maiden to the rescue - Dance of Death album. It is amazing how Iron Maiden can change my mental state just like that.
Hmmm... Interference. I hang on for a while. OK, it improved much.
I keep telling myself, Iron Maiden doesn't smoke. Nope, I cannot smoke. Well, that's it... If there is more interference I switch to Sword 9.
Sword 9 to the rescue.
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