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 am sorry.
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.
WHAT IS THIS AMISH LIFE?!?!??!?!?!?!
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.