still not an ounce of cash on my bank account
not a single package arrived from the post office
only contacted by and get to talk to emotionally/mentally unstable women that still probably find me repulsive
haven't fallen off of ladder and orocured an injury that would free me of home labour
no corona to permanently fuck up my brain, heart or lungs
by the looks of it, zhe scale of balance will return it all to me on new year's eve when a firecracker blows up my hand and turns me into a handicaped lad with all the pity points
neat