Life’s not bad. But I have been a little breathless of late because:
– I took a First Aid course and ended up hyperventilating slightly while administering CPR.
– I learned Balloon Sculpting (see above) and also ended up hyperventilating a bit after laughing too much over lewd jokes about blowing long balloons.
– I fell sick and the asthma has returned in full force, which generally makes me breathless about anything quite easily.
– No matter what, at some point, the pace of life here will always get me flabbergasted and catching for breath: what’s the point of all this rush? Why do I feel so strongly inclined to be a 150% efficient robot who’s online 24 hours a day?