journal-013

Life is slipping through my fingers like water. I feel myself pulling myself down again. I know how to swim, how to stay afloat, but I can’t see land.

But I know I’ve been here before. Like a Final Destination main character, I can tell the signs of the current carrying me away and the hopelessness creeping in. I just need to swim sideways.

„But what if there is no land?“, I ask myself. „Or only islands, damning me to waste away forever?“

Well, in that case, I’ll be the main character in my own movie. But I know there is land. I’ve been there before.

I need to get up early again so I can enjoy going to the gym again.

I dreamed I was a Russian undercover agent and there was an accident. A nuke went off in a secret underground vault, and I had to investigate and make sure it stays a secret. U.S. military personnel was also investigating though.

The conditions were claustrophobic.

My iCloud storage is 88% full. I didn’t know I was using it. That reminds me that I don’t want to run (multiple) servers anymore. I want to minimize my digital footprint. My digital life is also slipping through my fingers?

I should join a chess club.