Judicious or Stupidity
Weekly Journal
Let God decide
Monday, September 6 — My parents arrived after a long hiatus. Holy crap. Finally, the Rooms emerge clean. Things are taking care of themselves. Missing objects abruptly go found. Everyone feels happy, including my Oreo, Boxer Pet.
Tuesday, September 7 — Parents are still in attendance. House still looks tidy. However, new things, get spread out over the house — Courtesy Parents. Oreo is thrilled as earning additional body massages due to extra people in the dwelling.
Wednesday, September 8 — My Birthday. Everybody happy makes me happy. They cause me to feel wanted. For the rest of the year, this feeling remains absent. Gifts, cupcakes and party outside. Oreo, restless as can’t go with us. Afterwards, the party was cleaning Oreos anger management. My Torn Clothes, Chewed Sunglasses & Stuffed Toys Everywhere with Cotton frothing of them as if they were more upset.
Thursday, September 9 — Parents send their goodbyes. The mis-haphazard routine terminated. Returning to the old mis-haphazard routine in full vigor. House messy, scattered and disoriented. Oreo is recuperating from Parents leaving him with grief.
Friday, September 10 — Uninterrupted rain at 0440 hrs. Cursed the Lord, the clouds and my dogmatic regime. Nature friendly, no gyms, and try to learn the language of the bird. Throughout the day possessed a heavy heart on missing my exercise. Oreo confused.
Saturday, September 11–4:40 AM It wasn’t just Cats & Dogs. I gauge the whole animal kingdom was raining. Ugh, you can’t practice again. Kicking my bitter half dictated; I’m going irrespective of the rain. My bitter half, reacting, if you fall and break your leg, then for a month no workout. Food for consideration. Didn’t move. The entire day was heavier than the day before, like two consecutive days. How do individuals who do not exercise survive? I know a bunch of people who don’t even lift their fingers. Here I’m from my College days working out for an hr. Lucky or Unlucky.
Sunday, September 12–4:40 AM No rain. Happy and sorrowful. Humans are difficult to interpret. I need to perspire after 2 days of rest to remain thin. My makeshift basis cooks last day who was using less petroleum & making tasty food. The following week is going to be all about oil, tasteless food & hidden potholes. Oreo is happy.
Weekly Takeaway
To sum up, it was my birthday week. Nonetheless, all days are identical. We laugh at ourselves, others & furthermore feel guilty about things we did & didn’t do. In short, every day is a jest.
