The temperature is rising. Is summer about to assert its dominance? I sure hope not. It's been a cool one so far. The heat waves earlier in the year were definitely hotter than right now. Maintain, mother nature. Let's not get crazy now. My body was still reeling from yesterday's attempt at a run. I felt sore all over. It was a struggle to remain upright. I got halfway through Chapter 3 of Tales From Monkey Island. I had to stop. I just couldn't take it anymore. I might have to FAQ the rest of the chapters. My heart's just not in it. It might be a combination of heat or fatigue or maybe adventure games aren't my cup of tea at the moment. You know how these things go. It comes in cycles.
I shot off a couple more blanks in the job hunt shooting range. Lord knows if I'll hit anything, but I got a phone interview penciled in for next Thursday. Hooray! Another opportunity to fail. Then I did something unusual for me. I listened to music in bed. It didn't help me sleep, but it did give me some time to think up a new story that I'd never write. I call it Sick Love, an ironic take on my existing story. It has nothing to do with Love Sick other than the title inversion. It's filled with drama, about a couple that's drifting apart and where there was once love, there is only resentment. People cheat, people lie, and it's all about coming to terms with change. People are jigsaw pieces. They might fit together one day, but people grow up and change. Pieces might stay together, but sometimes, that shit'll break.
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