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Thursday or Wednesday or something?

I love the unwarranted question mark.

Sort of feel like summer Thursday should exist in the winter too?
It’s not a question, but the the marker still carries meaning. I’m not asking if you think there should be summer Thursdays in the winter, I’m telling you. Like, “Wait, how does this not exist already?!” It’s an unspoken question attached to the statement.


It’s Thursday but I spent most of the day thinking it wasn't. That definitely goes in the loss column. Although more often than not it’s the opposite. Oh wait, it’s still only Monday, I thought it was Thursday. When is it gonna be Thursday again?

Is there a word assigned to the opposite of "inspired"? Because I have been feeling quite "this word" lately, that I might get back to the ole’ blog. Why are you feeling so uninspired Chadi? Great question! There are a few things that have turned my frown upside down recently.
-  Boredom. 24/7 and has no energy to do s***.
-  I haven't been reading a lot! The world is kind of a mess right now, I don’t know what's going on around coz I'm busy ... doing nothing .. ! Reading is a great escape! It's my one and only escape. But seems like I am tied up!
- Putting my cellphone in the other room and cracking open a great book seems like a hard task. Duh I mean this can't happen unless an exterior ground sets in. I promise, I will regret it later, A LOT. 
- There's also Chester Bennington but I'm so devastated I can't talk about it right now ..

I got so sick of writing these posts because I started taking them too seriously. The news of the world got way to heavy over the last year and it got to my head. But I’m over it now! At least I hope so… I want to try to bring a little lightness and positivity to the internet and I want to do it way more consistently. I solemnly swear to take myself less seriously.

Okay, that’s all for now. See ya later alligator.

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