Groan. Where has my muse gone? It's been on holiday for the better part of 2007 and it's high time it came back!
Geesh I really need to step out of this funk I'm in. Sleeping at five in the morning and waking up at one in the afternoon does not provide a conducive mind to accomplishing anything worth accomplishing. Except maybe write crappy AtoRyo fics, which I don't even ship. This is getting me nowhere.
It's been THREE WEEKS. THREE BLOODY WEEKS. I want to do my work, but I can't bring myself to do so. I'll admit, my interest in anime has waned to the tiniest sliver. Yet, I still zone out in front of the computer everyday, doing absolutely NOTHING. This sucks.
Maybe the KL trip'll snap me out of this ethereal trance. Hopefully. Looking forward to Sunway Lagoon and its rollercoasters (: I really need to get out of this place.
Of late, nothing of any interest has occurred. It never does. Sometimes I just want to bang my head on my table till I crack. Times like now, for instance. 'Cept that my table is nowhere to be seen. It's just an entire garbage dump of cluttered papers. And by papers, I am not referring to work. It more of means scrap notebook paper, on which I have doodled Tezuka's name in kanji, drawn random cubes and cuboids and random star-shaped punched paper. Not to mention the odd post-it notes, which I have repeatedly written double-fs in cursive on (it's a particular favourite mindless habit of mine while on the phone, who knows why?). And of course, spools and spools of coloured string. Talk about kitty paradise. But indeed. Because a messy table is unable to reach the true epitome of chaos unless it involves a rainbowful ball of string. And I win, hands down, because I have three tables in my room. Not to mention my bed. Life is great.
Yeah, right.
