The world's a song, you'll get it back you just lost your verse

"Ask God when he stopping the pain
A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he popping his vein
and the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching thirty"
-Styles P, "Black Magic"

We still huffing and puffing over here. I've been sick for over a full week. What started out as some basic sniffles went into some straight other ish. But I think I'm almost over it. I got two tooth fillings as well so my mouth is a bit crooked because of how it changed my bite. That's been a bit disconcerting. I've been eating a little better in terms of home-cooked food and such. I even have been manning the stove a little more often lately. My scrambled egg game is hella nice. Reminds me of how I used to hold it down in middle school as the pre-teen babysitter of the family.

Work is mad-stupid-busy-crazy-hectic-fun all in one breath. I'm loving it. Cylinders are clicking. Change is happening. Moves are being made. I'm ticking off more goals on the intangible to-do list of life. I start teaching again next week. Yet, I definitely need to get prepared for that; materially and mentally. This time, it is at a church in Roxbury as opposed to a school. But I'll still be dealing with adults. We'll see how that goes.

Life is going well. I've been trying to be more healthy and focused on that front. Aside from the eggs, I've been trying to eat more fruits and nuts and cut down on my juice intake. I used to think I was doing alright, but all that sugar could catch up to me. And here I was thinking I was fly drinking all that 100% juice. Silly me. I've got a doctor and a dentist. My dentist is Black, my doctor is not. My president's about to be black, my quasi-Lambo looks blue depending on the angle. It's really black though, but I couldn't pass up an opportunity to mention some random verse in a sentence in context. Context is everything, right?