It’s 9:51 am. I feel even worse than what I felt earlier. Why do I suffer these physical downs that make things hard for me to achieve? I though the book was finished, but! on final revision I found out it is not. My mouse is faulty. I need a new mouse. Maybe I get one today. The point is that all these small distractions affect my mood. It’s hard to accomplish anything when one is in a bad mood.
Now, what is really bothering me? O my Father! You know it’s deeper than things. I am bothered to read the general consent of love to whom and for whom. We are supposed to love You above all things, but! We do not. We love ourselves and people ahead of You. That’s the core of the insanity that plagues this world. That’s what is really bothering me! What to do, my Father?