Day 250/365 (22July2024)
Ah, Monday, the day when the workweek rises from the grave like a caffeine-starved zombie. While my colleagues grappled with the digital apocalypse of the #CrowdStrike outage (may their CPUs rest in peace), after work I decided to outrun my own personal demons on the pavement.
But the universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided to add a dash of macabre humour to my run. My trusty offline Spotify playlist transformed into a demonic jukebox, playing "Thunderstruck" on an eternal loop. And as if summoned by the unholy riffs, a muscle cramp seized my calf like a vengeful spirit.
Undeterred, I hobbled on, fueled by a potent mix of stubbornness and adrenaline. 4 kilometers later, I emerged, albeit with a slight limp and an uncanny resemblance to Frankenstein's monster.
As darkness fell, I sought refuge in the eerie stillness of the countryside, where the only sound was the rustling of leaves, like whispers from the other side. It was a fitting end to a day of technological terrors and physical torment Even in the face of chaos, there's always solace to be found in the quiet corners of the world.
