I’ll take life with rough flavor please

Sore throat, blood filled eyes and a nothing is important attitude. This has become an evident result of a rough time had in previous nights. I think caused more from the lack of sleep than to the sudden low in adrenaline.

Regardless of the event, I feel good about this state. It is almost zeny. I always look forward to waking up the next morning after a rough time. The calm as a sharp contrast to the chaos before. A change of state that allows the peace to be felt with more emphasis instead of being brushed aside as boredom.

Uh, waitress, I’ll take life in rough flavor please!