There's something wrong with the truck. We're stock-still like hostages. This is why I need to buy a car as soon as possible. My mother needed carrots and eggs this morning, so I had to walk to the next village to buy some. She couldn't do it herself because she has diarrhea. And like with any request, she plays up her ailment so I'd feel more sympathy. I don't need sympathy or, frankly, any reason to do anything at her bidding because I am the child. So, it's annoying when she does this.
I bought one cigarette from a sari-sari store and instantly regretted it. It was very unpleasant. When I got back, I walked the dogs. The sun was fully out, so now I don't have to open my windows to get my daily dose of light. I saw my little old ladies on their morning walk. They always say "God bless you," and make comments about the dogs.This is turning into a little routine, which I'm kind of proud of. Yes, the bar is that low. And now, I'm listening to old songs, about to take a shower. I'm feeling a little nostalgic.