It is 5:22 in the morning. I just had a food poisoning. Normally, I will think that I had bad food, but that is not what I think anymore when I feel nausea from now on. I will not treat muscle pains just as cramps, lighted-headedness just as fatigue,sickness as sickness.
There is a cockroach alive in my room now. I have no intention to kill it; I just wish it to go away from my sight. I posted Unabomber’s manifesto on Tweeter, and now I see in NYT that racist manifesto was discovered and the investigation is ongoing. What makes people want to exterminate me as they want to exterminate cockroach with even more sinister methods? I may be looked upon by people with extreme powers as a cockroach. I never had my Kafka moments. I am a human being, no more, no less.
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