August failed to keep me happy. At least i was remotely enjoying myself (if you count getting bored everyday) and maybe the lack of rain was bad, but i still enjoyed the countless hours of just about doing nothing.
August brought fasts. Of which i have one more to go… (this wasn’t the downside)
August brought heat. Sweltering heat. He was all hot and cold, man! Such a hot mess. Made me believe that it would actually rain, only to blow away the clouds, making sure that the sun beat down on my face.
NO RAIN! (did i mention that?)
Heartbreak. No, not that kind. That is definitely not the only kind of heartbreak, people. Prospects of having a fun final year…seems to be getting bleaker by the day.
Life…yeah its finally catching up to me. This race is coming to a close and i’m all out of breath now. Running for 18 years, winning mind you, but now ‘life’ has used up his last piece of energy and is finally catching up.
But August did manage to keep me a tiny bit happy. Just a tiny bit. How? Holidays.
13 more days of this month. What do you think? Good or bad?