It was funny how not having lunch at all would affect you so much.
Today, I had three school lessons that spanned from morning till evening with two one and a half hour breaks in between. Of course, I spent the first one having breakfast and feeling invigorated for the day, especially after sharing some hilarious and epic jokes with my friends.
The second lesson of the day was one of the best lessons so far this semester. Maybe I just have a thing for watching a show and then forming opinions around the content showed and sharing them in a group of five to six people. Although a recurring problem for such ways would be finding a spot where tall people would not be blocking my view of the screen...
So, after the lesson ended, I thought since I was still full, I would spend my second break just chatting with my friends and not have lunch. WORST IDEA EVER. I am definitely not referring to the cheerful phone call that I shared with my friends. I am referring to the decision where I intentionally left myself hungry and thirsty. The signs were not obvious to me at first but at the start of the last lesson of the day, my eyelids became heavy and started to droop - I was unable to stay awake and sober to have an intellectual conversation. I barely made it till the end of lesson, of course not without unintentionally displaying some weird behaviour that I would not recount for the sake of my sanity.
As I headed home, my throbbing head became incredibly obvious. I had told my friend about my condition and she smoothly replied that my empty stomach had been giving signals relentlessly to my brain, forcing me to eat which resulted in a painful headache. WOW I did not think of that at all!
That being said, I had dinner which I had been anticipating throughout the journey home and I instantly felt rejuvenated! Unfortunately, that glorious feeling was only temporary because in just half an hour, I felt lethargic and my eyelids started becoming heavier again. Once I managed to wake myself up, my mind was still mushy and fried that I felt like a zombie walking around my house (and even now, typing on the keyboard). My mind screamed that exhaustion had truly made me stop my streak of writing short stories every day and I felt really appalled about it, believing that it was true.
Fortunately, it isn't! So I'm still proud of myself for working hard every day and inserting some time despite my exhaustion and limited time, to write a short story every day. I deserve a pat on my back at least.
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