As soon as I have the brilliant idea to start a blog, of course, my internet connexion acts up. Ugh. That's what happens when you live in a small maid's room, and where you depend on a pirate connexion for survival (although I also pay a service that doesn't actually work).
Anyways... feeling like this blog entry isn't going to be particularly uplifting... so... I'll just write a poem. Let's just call it...
Edgy and fidgety and annoyed
Tensed nerves at the ready
To stretch, break and explode.
No reason to be particularly
Frustrated and yet
It's like that.
No reason to want to scream or yell
Except for the bloody internet connexion
That chose to bluntly fail.
But I should breathe and start meditation
So I can live a long healthy life
Instead of thrive on agitation
Encountering nothing but strife.
I will dream up a happier blog entry next time...