Q: I remember that tragedy...

So the battle with phlegm tribe continues and has been hitting a plateau, hardly showing signs of letting up. I am not satisfied, not happy at all. But, I’ll put up with it as usual. In one hour, I’ll be actively job hunting for the sake of completing a class assignment. The resume needs more work too, and once I get that settled, I can submit it for revision.

On cold days such as today, I crave roasted chestnuts. They are not readily available here, and so I’ll put up with it. I tell my stomach that we’re going to have butter chicken with spaghetti tonight. I tell my body that gaining weight is now an option, though not a preferable one. I tell my mind to focus on completing this semester. Already I hear this loud protesting going on…

A way out?
Vonnie S.