Do you want to hear a joke? No? I'll tell it anyway.
About a month ago I was walking down the street towards my university and minded my own bissness. The sun was shining brightly and trying to drive away the chill of the day, but I didn't pay attention to it.
When I was crossing the road, I heard something on my right... And what would you think? I saw the Truck-kun, of course! The truck was rushing towards me at incredible speed and was not going to stop.
My heart beat faster and I already thought that I would die, but at the last moment I jumped to the side and escaped with only a fright...
And the deterioration (that's not the right word, is it?) of the state of my heart. Myocarditis left behind unpleasant consequences.
I ended up in the hospital again for a couple of weeks. Well, at least this time I was not in the children department - or whatever that shithole was called - perks of being an adult.
As I understand it, the consequences included something like anxiety attacks - I will not self-diagnose because only complete idiots do this. But anyway, high blood pressure makes me nervous. Very nervous.
Now I'm going back to my normal "I don't give a fuck" style and climbing out of the "Oh god what to do?!"
I don't like that my health affects my hobbies, but what can I do? Last year my health decided to send me to hell.
So I'll look at my notes and try to remember what I had planned for this novel. I remember that after the circus, but before arriving to the North Pole, something important was supposed to happen, but I can't remember what exactly... Wait a second, I'll check it now and continue typing.
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Wow, I knew I wasn't in the best mood when writing this, but this is cruel. In short: Michael will not be fun at all and he will truly feel the hatred of the world that wants to get rid of him. Well, at least I didn't rob him of his powers again. I don't know why exactly I wrote this arc, I think I had some ideas, but I forgot what exactly I wanted to do with Michael. Oh no, I found it, it's written here. I forgot that I chose the final world already. Oddly enough, the choice is obvious.
Well, that's all for today. Happy Easter, comrades. (it's still Easter in Russia, fuck off.)