MiSNOMER

Seems like luck moaned in disgust again. It keeps me up some nights just wondering why some have, and some have not. The yearning drools into a perpetual state of cancer, and nothing seems to be drawing it back like a loosed-bullet.

Time seems to be flowing so fast. I don't even recall accurately how old I am, how long it's been, and why I'm still here, lamenting, suffering and wallowing in denial about the state of things. Perhaps there is a reason for all this, and it's only ready to show itself when I least expect it. Yeah, then it'll look like a total pleasant surprise when nothing else really worked, cutting through the depression like a hot knife through frozen cheese.

I terribly need to re-strategise living. Somehow, things are working, but not working fast enough. The longer the hours that I toil, the more unworthy the situation becomes. The harder I work, the tougher it gets to comprehend.

I used to update on happenings. But there's so little that has happened, I don't even know what else to update besides complaints against whatever's about broke.

Oh, one hard-disk failure at the office last week, cost a bomb to get back all the data, and guess what, the pinch hurt deeper than a break-up. Why are things failing?! Where is that light at the end of the beautiful tunnel?!

Gonna hit the showers. See if anything else comes up when I get back. Boo.



Nope. Nothing new. Good night cyberspace!