The happy place

Headache Sunday, the apples were brown inside. However, the moon shone full and bright like a night lamp out there! Out there, the air was and is fresh, but cold. A bone chilling cold which you die in for sure if you lose consciousness out there for some reason, maybe from a falling tree branch or a brown apple which knocks you out or something.

I’ve been experimenting with some alternative career paths and there was this test where basically you should count adjacent nodes on a grid etc, but I got some type of brain fart, maybe cause of a time aspect and it didn’t turn out very well. There was this show on the TV when I was a child, on there a guy he was going to paint some graffiti on his girlfriend’s wall in her room, but it turned out very badly, looked like shit. He said it was because of the cap. The cap I presume from the spray can, but I’m not sure as I’ve only used such colours to paint my 486 PC gold when I was young. He must’ve felt some similar pressure or something, I think, and now it’s sort of stuck up there, in the head; How I should’ve done it differently and neater. And most of all that it’s not at all a very complex problem.

Now it’s stuck in the brain compartment of embarrassing and/or unpleasant memories and failures which surface when you least expect them, sending a shiver through the system.