Lately, interest rates have dipped a bit, but thanks to this darn election, predicting December’s rates is like gazing into a crystal ball. Here I am, fumbling in the dark like it’s a guessing game, and it’s already been three years of this! The retirement fund market feels like an ancient battlefield. Meanwhile, the U.S. election’s vote counting has kicked off. Trump seems like a con artist and Harris reminds me of Janice from Friends—neither of them feel right. The thought of one becoming president? It’s enough to keep the whole world up at night. 😟
Are you kidding me? What on earth!
Doesn’t it feel like that?
Am I overthinking, or just zoned out? Maybe I’m not feeling great… Nothing seems to spark any passion in me, except maybe when it’s snack time after a bathroom break. Back in the day, I guess I was only lively during those times too. Correction: I still seem uninterested in everything as usual, little buddy. 😅
Last Friday morning, I woke up, looked in the mirror, and thought I’d descended into hell. This wasn’t just bloodshot; my eyes were like a full-on red alert! If there were a devil, this is what their eyes would look like. My eyes used to get red before, but they weren’t this dry and uncomfortable, which freaked me out. I looked so much like a villain that I wore sunglasses all morning, but decided that looking like Lucifer was better than looking haughty, so I just went around shooting red beams all afternoon. 😂 Thankfully, after the weekend, they improved a lot…
Seriously, what’s the cause of this!
Is it global warming to blame? 🌍🔥
But hey, isn’t this song really good? 🎶
That’s all. ✌️
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