I wrote a document this morning that I decided I don’t want to make public right away, so I posted it so that it will appear in a month.
I have less than two weeks to go till I’m 54 years old. Less than two more weeks of this hell.
At the moment, I don’t feel well.
I want to talk to my minister today, but I don’t know if he’s in.
Losing track of time and getting sidetracked. The body prioritizes. I have so many documents. Sometimes, I am not in my right mind.