It's four in the morning right now.
I am awake not because I wanted to wake up early, but because I am yet to hit the sack.
I am currently the victim of a thousand blood sucking mosquitoes.
And I am at work.
I am waiting for some compilation to happen.
I am not bored because these mosquitoes don't allow me to be.
I am half asleep. I am crapping.
I remember. It must have been more than a year ago that I wrote a post called 'Gibberish from the half dead'. I am not as lost to sanity as then. But close ;)
Don't bother to expect words ofwisdown, enlightenment or disillusionment.
Don't bother to expect a diatribe on the latest in current affairs.
Bah!! I am goin for two movies this weekend!! Yippeee!!!
I am also reading a MHC called 'Night time is my time'. It's not all that great. Lately she's become a little too 'obvious'. Not in who the killer is. I can't guess that. But it's irritating when a writer can get as subtle as a sledge hammer and not just carves the road for you walk on ( here, read) but also ties a leash to your kneck and drags you along it like a sack of potatoes!!
Whatever.
