Power to the protagonist

I need a potent dose of energy.

Quickie - Part II

I am heartened.

These days, whenever too much pressure builds up within me and I get dangerously close to exploding into a million messy pieces, I find myself craving for a solid jog of 3 big rounds around the sprawling park and its greenery* instead of that carcinogenic you-know-what.

I am finally really, truly, getting there.




*Occasionally replaced by visions of vicious attacks on buffet spreads.

Quickie

These days, it seems like 24 hours are simply not enough to get by.

I have chalked up a huge sleep debt.

And owe many others one too many SMS/MSN/email/phone call replies, drinking dates and such.

My to-do list is growing scarily longer by the second too.

So here is a short and sweet entry before my blog starts growing cobwebs.

There have been plenty of times when I have an incredible urge to blog about something, but a number of factors always conspire to get in the way of that.

So I have taken to mental-blogging.

I can actually see the words being typed out in my mind while a monologue carries out somewhere within me.

I hope I remember them all when I can finally plonk myself in front of the lappie at home for a substantial amount of time - without having a mountain of other online tasks to clear, and before the sleeping bug bites.

Alright.

That's it for now.

Till we meet again.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.