Five AM in the morning I'm writing this post at this early hour of the morning not trying to be the early bird catching the early worm. It's because there are about five chickens directly under my window croaking like mad plus the cough that's not left my body or abaded in intensity. The taste sweet and kind of metallic, wonder if I should note that. Well I'll probably see my uncle to get prescription to an a antibiotic but only if they tell me there is no hope in fighting it alone.
There is a distinct possibility also that I may just be prolonging it with my lackluster effort to bounce back physically and mentally. Then I take a step and both my knee joints have this tightness like the rest of my joints and from memory these occur when you have an infection in your body and that is why you should take things easy till you have fight off the infection or it will me permanent joint damage.
Gene therapy anyone?
Damn I sure slept like sleeping beauty. I must've been awake the whole night and bar the fact I laid down to bed before ten PM but who is counting numbers. I guess I was not sleep and was just laying in bed twiddling my thumbs. Who can complain though I mean the vast majority of complaints tend to fall on deaf ears. I know it's a very cynical statement but tell me, can you confidently say what I just started off utter BS?
Now for the best part. I stumbled onto that quote the other day and it just vibed with my very fibre of existence.
Anyway best leave this for now cos I'm about to throw some poison over the fence in the hopes those chickens are hungry.
Laters.