Can’t type with a broken nail. But here I am. Suppose this is my insignificant way to rebel, to push it to the breaking point.
This Saturday is special. Am spending it alone. Well, not exactly alone as in locked in an underground bomb shelter with just cereal and a standing fan. It is a fine feeling sitting amongst strolling strangers in a massive mall with endless piped music of jazz and for some odd reason, tribal tunes.
People-watching is an economical way to pass time and to enrich one’s appreciation for parallels of life. Very often, would watch the individuals of friends and lovers and discreetly try to lace my life in their footsteps through their dialogue and emotions. It is a fun way to pretend that I do not exist.
Fun, perhaps is not the right word.
July, the second half of the year, has started off in a good way. It kick-started with a well missed and mostly adored sense of words. As I trotted out of office one day, the rhymes and phrases fell into place.
As most of my entries go, my endless complaints have not brought me too far. Think will go home to get some work done. Afterall, besides watching season finales, my other sense of accomplishment come from clearing my inbox.
° will book my 1st driving lesson, soon enough