After all that trouble of finding the perfect lesson, I managed to hit the jackpot of crack lessons - my abs buns thighs class is choking full of aunties and with workouts so brutally simple I yawned for 10 min straight.
The abs workout was pretty intense and the rest is just "ok jut ass jut your class work work work it". It is the kind of workout I do at a club except without the excessive inner swearing at the auntie behind me invading my space.
Lately it feels like I've been watching a tad too many What Would You Do videos. I see situations there and I think of things I would do but I wonder if I would actually react when it befalls me.
Nonetheless, life as an unemployed sits me very fucking ill and I can't wait to go out and get a job but I have been horrifyingly pampered by the last $15/h job so now I'm just.. chilling.. sigh.
Hours ago, I woke up in the dead of the night convinced I was going to die and that someone will be collecting my godless soul soon. And I texted Junwei madly, trying to cling onto a last human touch.
But he didn't respond and I just held my blankets tighter and drifted into a disturbed sleep. And I wish with complete sincerity that this is just a writer's exaggeration but it isn't - it feels fucking real and it scares me beyond comprehension.
I see more wonderless days ahead as sleep continue to elude me.
Ah man.
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