We all have those days, eh? Days when you have shit loads of work and no inclination to touch it. Days when, you realise you have the gray pallor of fatigue and interestingly, no seemingly valid reasons to cause the fatigue. Days when the brownie sits and stares at you - and divine brownie that, and you dont wanna touch it. Days when the left eye feels weird and keeps fluttering of its own accord.

And what about days when people are making interesting conversation and you are nodding, and smiling knowledgably, interjecting your 2 pennies of wisdom while you are really drifting off into your litte dark dungeon in your head, hoping people'd just leave you be.

Well yes, today was that day and now that I got it out there, I dont care anymore, about the day or what I felt or what I just wrote. Then again, I probably feel the new way, 'cos of what i wrote... Hell !