My lifestyle has gobbled me up whole. Early mornings getting to work, whole day at the office, nights at the gym, in front of the PC, action-scripting till the crack of dawn, and roughly four or so hours of sleep before the early morning's here again. Gaaaah.
I have lunch breaks at least, and this one's a much-awaited one. Been aching to take a break since morning. Funny, I'm having lunch at my desk anyway, near a PC obviously because here I am typing away. No matter. I miss writing. Writing without the word-limit and 30-second cut-off I mean. Seems I need to phrase and re-phrase and word-down everything I write of late. Which is fine, really, because that's my job, mostly. I miss writing outside of my job -- that's it.
But there isn't much aside from my job that's been happening anyway, which is really the dilemma. No more strange encounters with *bleep* or *bleep*, no more layered meanings and wishful thinking we'd speak to each other again. Only this dull ache, of thinking I've found somebody who could take his place, til it turns out my somebody's not coming around either. Just like everybody else.
So what do I write about? This dullness? I'm pretty sure that would result to a pretty dull entry. Ta-daaa!
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