Smart is completely fine for me. And so I’m enjoying myself in just being alive, ate enough for a day and moved my body a couple of times.

Didn’t touched my car for over a week and missed nothing because of it.

The weather is troubling, cold here on many other places a way to hot.

Today is Friday and I should be capable of enjoying life, what I’m doing as long as it will be allowed me to do so. Okay wait, as long as I’m allowing it to myself.

That’s not egoism, it’s the hope I’ll never let go as long as I’m living.