Wait.

Just note that I have no element of self blame in the previous post.

Zero. Zilch.

You get to 40. Nothing breaks you anymore. Nani Nani boo boo.

I dun get off from a Ferrari and jump right into a Porche next. I dun work that way.

It felt like God was making fun of me upstairs. Suddenly stopping all my activities and say, "Nah, you want time, you get TIME!" (Time time time time *echo*)

And I'm suppose to wallow in guilt? Oh dear, always complain but now life hands you time you can do nothing?

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.