Scribbles

I want to scribble again after a period of dryness for words. Now that my daughter is eight months old, I can hear the call of ideas shouting inside my head again. Although I have not put my way of expressing a thought into practice, I’m willing to give it another shot. With a bit of luck, I wish to be enthused once more.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Was I out of my head?

How can I be so stupid? Saying things I don’t mean. This is my second for this month. Crap! Things were a lot easier back in the olden days, I live, eat and not care.

I didn’t believe in luck, never even saw it happening. I’ve given up and given in. The world must be crazy; would you believe my dreams chased me? I stopped believing in myself but found myself changing the rules.

I have cycles where I think a lot and feel gloomy. I know I’m presently in an ominous state.

My gawd its 2am and I’m still awake. Finished proof reading several pages of our Restaurateur magazine, Jonathan couldn’t wait for me any longer and dozed ahead.

What is wrong with me? Caught up with work.

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