the textual siege.

in mr sandman's haste to shoo me into his realm last night, i forgot to add that he wholly approves of my work because it is the panacea to my insomnia. of course he sympathises with me when i whine about the fatigue that lodges itself stubbornly into my bones. also, i would like to add that mr sandman takes the form of wentworth miller, which makes sleep all the more sweet.

this entry serves no purpose, unlike the rest which see me bitching and/or whining. quite telling of me dont you think?

anyways i just want to say i'm quite amazed at how swimmingly well this day went. i must attribute it to a good lunch with my aunt in town. these days my lunches comprise of myself, the voices in my head, ipod to drown said voices, book and astoundingly shitty food.

small things used to make me happy but now, even smaller things are able to make me catch myself smiling for no reason, like just now at work. amazing how adverse [well, at least to me mine are] circumstances can make one appreciate things on a whole new level.

anyway it was bloody nice standing at the entrance of the shop and talking and laughing with nitin and mora. these days it's been really rare to have people speak to me in english AND make me laugh so when that happens i'm all like whoaaaaaaa endorphin rush.

ok the sandman's here...i mean wentworth...tsk no i mean the sandman... i mean... zzzzzzz