Everyone, go to bed early

I made two mistakes today. First, I shouldn’t have eaten dinner. Once I eat dinner, my mind will be confused. In order to keep my mind clear, I basically skip dinner every night. I just eat something after finishing writing. Today at noon I couldn't bear to throw away the remaining rice, so I ate some, but my mind kept spinning.

Second, I have extremely high requirements for the creative environment, which must be dry and cold. It rained today, the air pressure was low, and the air conditioner was not cold. I was always in a state of irritability. At about ten o'clock, I took a look and found that I didn't know who had given it to me. The air conditioner was adjusted to 25 degrees. Before, it was always 22 degrees. I didn't feel comfortable at 22 degrees, but I had to feel cold. The air conditioner stopped cooling when it reached 25 degrees, and the wind blowing out had a musty smell.

Some time ago, centipedes kept appearing at home, and sometimes they even crawled onto the bed at night. I had no choice but to make a bunch of mothballs and throw them under the bed. It turned out that the camphor was poisonous and almost made me blind. In order to drive away the insects, I went to bed again. I bought some sandalwood perfume from Road to Hades online. I haven't used it before. There was a musty smell at home tonight, so I sprayed a little. This spray was completely killing me. This bullshit sandalwood is pungent and spicy. My eyes became even more irritated after smelling it, and I couldn't calm down at all. I suppressed my irritability and pushed forward forcefully. As a result, the writing was jerky and far-fetched. Damn it, I won't write it anymore.

I don’t know if I have a lot of problems with my bear, or if I am sick from overwork due to years of using my brain. Now that my soul is out of the body, it is getting harder and harder to summon inspiration. It’s hot in summer and I dare not open the window. When I open the window, the hot air hits my face. I have no inspiration at all, but I can’t do it without opening the window. Smoking in an air-conditioned room can choke people to death. Usually, I finish writing with the window closed, and then I’m coughing repeatedly due to the smoke, and my eyes sting.

Everyone, please go to sleep. It’s getting cooler. I think I’ll be in better condition. The administrator reads the book reviews and all malicious slander will be deleted and banned. Don’t let me see it.