Why the fuck would I do this publicly? Is it possible that "being behind the monitor" gives me confidence?
Whatever it is, I just realized something.
Yesterday finally made possible the act if being awake 24+ hours (32 hours to be exact) and I kept myself busy cooking food and doing some chores, like cleaning and doing the dishes and shit.
Yesterday's feast with family company was good. Ate like I haven't ate in a long time. Made 2 kilos of Chirizo, steamed veggies, beans, potatos, rice, chicken broth for my kiddogs (and cat) and orange juice. Way to keep myself busy, eh?
Anyway, ate almost everything.
Today I feel beat up. Arms, shoulders, back, waist and legs and feet hurts. So I'm in bed with this big fat belly.
I decided to play music, and suddenly, felt like changing the song... but the problem is that I have to pull away my blanket, get up (while making an uncomfortable groan), walk over to my desk, press a button to turn on the screen of my tablet, and tap the "next symbol" until something interesting comes from a 2000+ playlist.
Suddenly thought: What the fuck man? Is this why people has standardized Wireless/Bluetooth Speakers and Controllers? So they don't get up just to change the fucking song?
Literally... Wireless/Bluetooth tech exists thanks to lazy people?
Shit, the older I am the lazier I get.
No... I don't think it's caused by my big fat belly, ain't it?
Whatever it is, I just realized something.
Yesterday finally made possible the act if being awake 24+ hours (32 hours to be exact) and I kept myself busy cooking food and doing some chores, like cleaning and doing the dishes and shit.
Yesterday's feast with family company was good. Ate like I haven't ate in a long time. Made 2 kilos of Chirizo, steamed veggies, beans, potatos, rice, chicken broth for my kiddogs (and cat) and orange juice. Way to keep myself busy, eh?
Anyway, ate almost everything.
Today I feel beat up. Arms, shoulders, back, waist and legs and feet hurts. So I'm in bed with this big fat belly.
I decided to play music, and suddenly, felt like changing the song... but the problem is that I have to pull away my blanket, get up (while making an uncomfortable groan), walk over to my desk, press a button to turn on the screen of my tablet, and tap the "next symbol" until something interesting comes from a 2000+ playlist.
Suddenly thought: What the fuck man? Is this why people has standardized Wireless/Bluetooth Speakers and Controllers? So they don't get up just to change the fucking song?
Literally... Wireless/Bluetooth tech exists thanks to lazy people?
Shit, the older I am the lazier I get.
No... I don't think it's caused by my big fat belly, ain't it?
