All right. What can I share here in under 10 minutes?
Or better yet: How am I feeling right now?
My legs hurt like hell from all the wandering around ToyCon 2025 last weekend, but my heart is so happy… and I did not even buy a single figure.
Why? That’s a story for another time. But for now, let me rest. See you in the next post.
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Trigger warning: This is a short post, but it has themes of depression and suicide. Please be advised.
Continue reading Song of the Moment LXXXV: Anson Seabra’s “I Can’t Carry This Anymore”All right. What should I talk about today?
Well, I spent the morning feeling groggy but I powered through the work permits needed for approval today. If I did not have a heavy breakfast and an energizing cup of iced coffee before working, I would be freaking out and pissed off. With that, I did not eat that much during lunch, I took a cold bath to wake my senses, changed clothes, and then I went to the south to have said work permits approved. My Father slash boss offered to drive me there, by the way. Thank you, Father.
Upon arriving at the office, after traveling through 2 hours of traffic, I found out that the permits could only be submitted before lunchtime. A heavy sigh ensued. I felt so tired of everything after failing to submit it on time. I was so tired that after my Father and I went back home, I took a rare afternoon nap. Good grief.
I will definitely go back to that office tomorrow before lunchtime, and I hope everything will be approved during the day.
…and my 10 minutes is almost up. I’m still tired. See you in the next post.
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The Diary of The Deranged Writer 