I feel like that could be the title to some kind of, self discovery piece. But really, I just have an aggressive case of hiccups as I write this. I used to get kicked out of class as a kid when I had them because they were so loud/sound super funny. One of my irrational fears in life are hiccups that never go away. IT CAN HAPPEN. (I’m not sure if that is true.)
So far, no writing these past few days. Though I have somehow managed to find other things to occupy my time. Started reading Haruki Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. Very good so far. Very, relatable. Just what I needed to get out of my own head. I enjoy his description of what he thinks about, or rather, lack there of while running. Murakami refers to it as the ‘void’, which I completely agree with.
I had so much to say. But all of a sudden I am just so tired. This will just be a super random post. So I leave you with this:
Titan attacking grumpy cat. I was cleaning and knocked it over in my bedroom. Next thing I know he was dragging it around the house. Going for the killing blow right there.
