Dear Diary,

Sick.

I'm sick. I don't know how it came about, but I couldn't sleep last night. I tossed and turned and breathed through my mouth as my nostrils were stuffed.

Me, Barefaced

It was Sabbath, but I couldn't go to church in the morning. I had to rest after taking the first dose of treatment. I was given medication for malaria and catarrh. I think it was the septrin that knocked me out.

Though the sleep was needed, I couldn't enjoy it because I still couldn't breathe properly. When I dragged myself to the bathroom and bathed with warm water, I felt a bit better.

Who knew bathing could be healing?!

I tried to stay active though, but my body wanted it's rest and I was sorry I couldn't give it the needed rest as I am still on Kingley’s job. I am making progress, and can't wait to get it over with.

Work. I Write. I Edit.

Harsh.

Last time, I said I had something bothering me about myself, right?

Well, I'm bothered about more and more guys saying I'm harsh. These are guys who don't know themselves but seem to want to get closer to me. They say I'm too stiff and rigid.

Men who have gotten to know me say I don't have issues, but at the beginning, it's not easy to earn my trust and hold my attention.

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Dear Diary, I could console myself and say it doesn't matter, since those who know me see me as friendly, but I wonder if I have not hurt some people with my harshness.

I don't want to be harsh. I want to be soft spoken and gentle, but I believe in common sense and get annoyed when people don't employ or apply it.
The world has a scarcity of common sense, I am realizing. I have to find a way to be better.

What should I do?

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Getting Interviewed.

Good news!I have an interview tomorrow, Dear Diary. Yes on a Sunday and with my ill health! But I hope I ace it.

Wish me luck.

Till we talk later, keep my secrets safe.

Ciao!