Mortal Combat

- the scorpions

Its another one of those many mornings when you cringed crawling out of bed, rolled out on the wrong side and would give absolutely anything to have your phone die a painful and noiseless death so that snooze lasts forever leaving you to snuggle back into the sheets.
Solemnly Seeking Solitute.
The second day you feel weak, not just in the knees and hay fever is at its height. The eyes are heavy the head is light.
Head hot, feet fridgid.
And yet I'm in one of my most exciting but not so productive phases and I'm lovin it.
Loving my job, hating my commitments.
Loving the exhaustion, hating the stress.
Loving the achievement, hating the work.
Loving the relationships that form, hating the fights that ensue.
Loving my room taking shape, hating moulding it to be.
Loving the roller coaster, leaving you exhilerated.
The backlog will pile up...
The pile will loom over me, positioned precariously....
The precarious positioning will predict what is to come...
What is to come will arrive, the crash...
The great depression.
And I will come out of it.
But until then....
I'm lovin it!