In my native language, the term translates to “you’ve made my stomach burn me!”

My father texted me today. When I saw the notification, my heart sank. I was gripped by fear, my mind raced. What could he possibly be texting me about, after everything that’s gone on recently?!

He was telling me that someone at his job challenged him to eat Elijah’s Xtreme Regret Reserve hot sauce (5oz) and that he was now on the toilet and his butt was on fire. 

As if it had all never happened. I laughed anyway. 

I suppose it’s silly to expect myself to be immediately fine and balanced and not disheveled, yet I’m still surprised at myself. Usually, when I’m confronted with difficult things, I suddenly feel very calm, there’s nothing going on inside me. When it’s rather extreme or unrelenting, I find myself getting very drowsy, then I fall asleep! I think it’s very funny, but it’s quite inefficient for work. I can’t afford to fall asleep here, fighting it off is very difficult. 

  I’m not sure how to properly articulate it. I feel very resigned, really, I barely have the energy to write today’s entry. Someone help!

I’m currently laughing at a memory from last year. I was so feral I asked my partner at the time to *** on a pearl necklace they got for me so that I could wear it and never take it off. I immediately had to apologize and explain that the hormones drive me crazy sometimes. They laughed, it was a good afternoon.

I’m doing my best not to burst out laughing about it right now in front of everyone. Imagine being so delirious and consumed by a person!