I received a text message from my ed last night while I was in the middle of my 3-hour self-imposed peril. To make the former statement comprehensible to all. I was at the gym for my 3-hour program despite the fact that I was on the verge of bursting into tears while trying to grasp some extra air as I carefully execute the hardest of all exercises in my program - the declined abdominal crunches - and did I mention that I was having...no make that...I still have that DOMS (delayed-onset muscle soreness). Phew! I can feel my muscles go wacko! I can't even breathe without feeling that excruciating pain that makes me swear not to eat fatty and carbo-packed foods again.
Going back, I received a text message from my ed. She was asking if what's my favorite charity and I went like uhmmmm....(like a total moron). Finally, I replied: "I was once a member (not technically since I never received an ID from them) of Greenpeace Southeast Asia. I'm not involved with any charity or any specific organization right now but I would love to join the kind that helps special children." Before that, I can hear me and my other self having a heated argument inside my head. The first one wants to join an organization for cancer patients because as she rationalizes it, my mom died of cancer but then the other me kept on saying "You have a better potential helping children with special needs because you once were special. Actually, you still are. You just don't realize it. People just don't realize it because you seem normal to them but deep down you still possess those autistic traits which are only evident when you're reading or writing that's why people...." End of discussion. I smashed the formidable duo before they can say another word and start a nuclear holocaust that would extinguish all life forms.
But the charity text wasn't the end...just this morning, I received another message from my ed. She wants me to write the cover story for the August ish. First there was the 3-page centerfold which I coined as "unfamiliar territory" and then a cover story! Whew! The last one caused me a week long insomnia. This one I guess will definitely obliterate REM (not the band! rapid-eye-movement...if you're a sleepy head, I'm pretty sure you didn't miss this one) from my system. But as a part of my masochistic act, I said yes to my ed.
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