The Weak and Tired

I've lost my love for posting here, perhaps it'll come back, one day.

Recently, I've been sick with a bad cough and fever. My whole body was boiling one minute then freezing the next. And every time I coughed, it felt like a train of spikes was ripping it's way through my throat.

Next time, I won't go jumping on a trampoline in the cold rain.

No, actually, that was fun.

Gee, I haven't learned my lesson.

At least I gained a sexy, raspy voice.

I've used the time I had to stay in bed for good purposes though, like getting in some much needed extra Word time. My time in bed also gave me too much time to think. And at this point, that's not a good thing. It's been tough lately, and my brooding, gloomy mood is not helping, plus the restlessness I feel is killing me.

Enough said.

I can't talk about my issues when I'm in a bad mood, it does me no good, and it's not going to edify the reader.

In plain terms, it'll be spreading the Devil's shit around.

I'll bear my burden alone and in silence, and cast it on Jesus when it gets too heavy.

It's the best way to go about it.

Endure.