Over Caffeinated before the Gym and The Acacia Trees are in Bloom

I fucked up. I am at the gym, it's midday and my heart feels like it might just burst out of my chest and run a marathon, all this after just doing overhand curls. It feels so humiliating sitting on this bench, praying I don't suddenly suffer some form of carjack arrest. I was in a good mood too. Had fried vienna sausages and sunny side up eggs for breakfast, woke up early, actually got myself to study for more than an hour and even got some time to game all before noon. 3 spoons of instant coffee was a bad idea, especially since its been a while since I've partaken heavily on caffeine. My entire form is fucking vibrating and its ticking me off.

In other news, the Acacia trees are in bloom lately. Their many, miniscule and yellow flowers carpeting the streets and sidewalks with the sweet perfume of a million decaying bright yellow flowers. In my opinion, it could easily rival the beauty of the Sakura blooming in Japan, if we could only find the time and place for it. It's beautiful honestly, one of those things that I think most of the people overlook here. It's one of the few flowers whose fragrance I can easily grasp that does not cause me to picture the scene of funerals and wakes, at least until they begin to wilt and decay en masse, then the perfume turns into a sickly sweet smell that makes my stomach churn my nose crinkle and remind me of death and dying. Still better than what funeral flowers do to me. Caskets, bright white light, mahjong, manicured corpses covered in makeup, sterile warmth. Only the old women know how to do prayers for the dead, soon no one will know how to.