Good old times.

Today my brain is fried.
Watching and enjoying a sport that you've not done in a long time, the feeling is good.
Reminisce a lot, think a lot, had a good catch up with people I've not met up a long time too.
Killed too much cells that I think I could have used up within half a year.
Time is passing by too quickly, and I don't know what I've done so far.
It's already more than half a year gone.

This, just leads to more thinking.
It's demoralising.
I need to stop.