I type this now from the depths of hell...

I am not sure how long more I can last, but with my dying words, I wish to spend it telling my last story to Steemit.

I woke up today, drenched in sweat.

The fan spun its last blade a few hours ago.

The air conditioner stopped coughing like the sick child it was.

I laid in bed, thinking when my final hour will be.

I thought of my family and how much I loved them.

I thought of my friends and all the good times we had.

I thought of the many things I have taken for granted in life.

Oh, how lucky I was...

And yet, I was always so angry, over the smallest of shits.

I was always so sad, over the dumbest of thingies.

I was always so frustrated, over things nothing to do with me.

I make my apologies now.

To the powers to be, that are and out there.

For wasting this creation of yours.

I never new better and I know not what to do...

I guess I have to wait it out until my timely demise...

Goodbye all...

**Written at 1600 hours.

Block works still going on.

Have gone without electricity for about one hour now. It could have been a lot longer, but I sleep shitty hours so I got that going for me I guess.

I still need to wait a couple more hours before the stipulated timing arrives, where God's wonderful juice comes back to power up my house.

Until then...

Let's hope I survive this my fellow Steemians.