When lemons hurt your tummy

Blog is such an ugly word. It should be used to describe a medium where people can write their thoughts. I see blog as the sound a dream makes as it lands on the ground after it has jumped off a 20 storey building. 

Dream: No, I can't live on...
Spectator: No Dream, don't do it. You have so much to give.
Dream: Tell my family I love them.
Spectator: Noooooooooooo!
(Dream jumps out the window of a 20 storey building)
Cut to shot of ground as Dream lands.
SFX: Blog!

Yes, I have given you an insight into how scripts are formulated as well as an insight into my weird mind.

Continuing on.

I titled this scribbling as "When lemons hurt your tummy" with the intention of talking about  ageing, focusing on that moment you realise you are no longer a spring chicken. It happens when acidic foods cause pain and the word lactose means something. It's when bending down and getting back up feels like death. All these things happen, but after all the talk of suicidal dreams I can no longer have the strength to complain about old age anymore. 

As far as first published scribblings go, this is it. Stay tuned for many more, hopefully good scribblings in the near future.

Love you as much as nerds love coding.

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