I cultivate a deadpan face at all times because I maintain that showing emotion makes one open to abuse. Unfortunately, my deadpan skills cause some confusion when dealing with people who are less dead inside out than me. It's especially difficult to get my humour across with my straight face—though my sense of humour, which … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 142/365: Deadpan
I knew something was radically wrong the moment I woke up. I could feel nothing. More precisely, I could feel no pain. No headache, no pain in the back, no pricking in the shoulder (not even a hangover). Am I dead and is this hell? It's a bit colder than I expected, dear Satan, would … Continue reading What I Hated the Least Today 21/365: Dead?