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24 hours a day, seven days a week, for the past month. This project might just be my greatest yet meaning more time devoted, more caffeine more ideas yet it all seems too much. Just a little, now I know I've done much more on much smaller time frames but... this just feels exhausting. I'll work through, its fine.

I've noticed the worrisome looks and the sympathetic words, how could I not, they've been more of a common occurence. I mean I ignore them anyways but this thing, It's been eating me up constantly and lowering my focus on anything else.

I've looked more into it these past few days, the symptoms seem to vary. Sometimes it's my eyes unfocusing or it feels like I've got a million tons on my back, like... I don't know how to phrase, it seems to vary, I've passed out a few times yet it's also felt very on some occasions like it's just a bruise or a scratch, something I can power through.

I've started recording this in a journal, it seems to get worse with each coming day. Its horrible at night but it calms down with the more coffee I drink, so theres a temporary solution. But I am yet to find a long term one something to take the toll from my body, my head hurts more and my knees seem to give in with every step.

Day 28, this one was one of the worst ones for many reasons. Mainly because I recorded experiencing a headache, passed out once and a small injury to the head plus slight nausea. I've seemed to be more on edge, paranoid even. But I'm ahead of my schedule, my project almost done and within time standards so it should be usable on the 3rd of December.

I'll be gone for a couple of days for many reasons, I'll be visiting the other kingdom, I need some equipment they sell there so I should be back in a couple of days. Of course if people leave me alone that is but I never seem to get lucky on that front. I'll be packing clothes for a couple of hours too but will return to the project so I can get some work done before I leave.

I turn towards my bathroom looking to grab the essentials toothbrush, brush, toothpaste, towel etc. yet I'm stuck looking. The mirror, which stands right above the counter, shows my own reflection yet it's almost unbelievable. Yet there I stand eye bags and just the worst condition I've seen. But that's has to be one of those symptoms but for what?

Panicked, I rush back to my lab hoping to get an answer. I right all the symptoms recorded in the journal and restate them onto my computer, repeating the words in my head. My mind swirling as I'm thinking and going through pages, theres many connections yet none I'm looking for. I repeat the words again and again hoping that'll give me an answer or an idea. Yet nothing, I stand still for a second hoping to take a quick breather. I can feel the adrenaline going back down as my heart pumps now quieting.

I take a step away from my computer, I could get some more research in and hopefully figure this out, yet I don't have the time, I still have to finish packing and catch the hot air balloon on time.

I pause, I can catch another ballon this afternoon, not my brightest choice but this will make up for that, hopefully, I still don't know. I type all the common symptoms and enter it into the search browser. All differant answers so I go into differant websites leading to all differant things and look at the more uncommon ones. No... no.... no. Page after page with no 100% match. I've looked at a good number of pages, I might just head to the library for more information. Since nothing I've been looking at has been what I'm looking for.

A couple books and articles later and yet they all seem to give the same answer, a differant one, possibly the right one. Yet that can't be the solution, that would take 12 hours alone for how much I've been awake... I'll dwell on that later maybe get some more packing done while I'm at it. I shut whatever book I'm holding and make my way out of the building.

And thank you to the god who blessed me today cause it just had to fucking rain, now my plans are even more delayed and my transportation is now invaluable. Whatever I'll just stay home, it's no differant than what I do everyday except now I really can't work since the materials I need are in another kingdom.

I'll find something else to do. Will it be as productive or important? No. No it will not.

I finally make it home, drenched and unhappy with any result I've gotten from today. I open the door, take off any excess clothes such as my coat and shoes and make my way to the bathroom to get a towel.

While drying off I look at the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall just inches above the sink. I've seen it a million times, once today yet I always seem to look more... distraught? I don't know but it's always differant. Never good might I say though I'm not one to touch base on appearance that much only what is normal. Though I do get complimented on my outfits every so often, so that's a plus in some book.

I'm heading back out towards the living room getting away from that self deprecating piece of glass. Theres nothing I could really do. Nor do I find interest in anything that could pass the time. I need some white noise, something to keep this house from being dead... it's just to quiet to bare. Certainly something I thought I would never say, yet the silence is off putting so I turn on the tv.

Theres something so calming about this I don't know, its just... the thought of nothing. I mean, I'm not worrying nor am I having to head off anywhere. I sigh as it feels like a weight has been lifted and my shoulders relax, I lean back into the couch taking in its comfort. Y'know this would be an awfully good time to take that advice and maybe... I'll lay down and take a quick nap. So when I wake up I'll be ready to catch the hot air ballon and by ready to finish the project.

Yeah that sounds amazing. And come on, a little nap never hurt anybody.

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