Because everything in this country is in shambles, we’ve had a lot of power interruptions lately and it’s been affecting my workflow. It’s been hot. I’ve been irritable. I’m not in the best of moods. I’m jaded. I’m cynical. I’m angry.
And all these power interruptions are not making things any easier to deal with, to be quite honest.
I have no idea if it’s the Mercury in Retrograde thing that’s hitting me hard or if this is really a summer that even my natural affinity to a tropical summer cannot handle or if I’ve somehow managed to get more depressed because of my health concerns and my inability to turn Bacolod into a home is just getting to me.
Even my Twitter poems come out bleak:
Yesterday’s power interruption meant that there was no electricity throughout the whole day and I just ended up in my bed, reading old comic books (not even a proper book) because my laptop wasn’t charged and it was done to less than 15% in the battery.
It was awful. It was hot. I was uncomfortable. And I was aching to do something productive. I think inertia has set in and I’m stuck here in a rut and I can’t get out. I’m just feeling so out of it.
The lights are out and no one’s home.