Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

Yesterday afternoon I had a good night. I woke up with a sore throat. I bought some medicine in the morning, took some medicine and slept until the afternoon. I got up and started typing until about eight o'clock before I wrote a piece of paper.

The guy who said today’s update was normal has blown it off and I can’t continue writing.

The third chapter has only been written for 100 words so far.

I keep sweating and my eyes are dry. I have to work hard to breathe. It hurts when I cough. I can't concentrate.

It’s really stupid. It’s really stupid this month.

Either I have an old problem or I catch a cold out of nowhere. I wonder how I caught a cold when the heater in my room can heat up so much that I wake up sweating in the middle of the night.

I have been updating intermittently for half a month and am preparing to start writing normally today. After finishing the update of the alliance leader, I can’t concentrate anymore. I stare at the computer screen and put my hands on the keyboard. My mind is filled with yesterday’s dream and the things I have seen. Annoyingly, I kept flipping through the information on my computer, thinking more and more about updates. I finished writing the second chapter and it’s been one or two o’clock now and I have updated about a hundred words.

I used eye drops for a few days, thinking that my eyes were healed and I could get a prescription.

Really stupid

While hitting myself on the head to force myself to concentrate, it was useless. I was so lucky that Cao Dan was in tears.