I feel like the weather today...

It’s a gloomy and damp day. I’ve lost the drive to get things done at work and as a result I am procrastinating. Very unproductive I know but what the heck. I blame the weather. Perfect for tucking under the sheets, can’t help but wish I was at home hibernating.

“Take it one day at a time. With no expectations...” said SG.

But the thing with an expectation is... How can one not have any when hope is created? It’s like when someone tells you that they’ll see you next week. Of course there will be expectations that it’s going to happen right? We’ll only be lying to ourselves if we didn’t have an ounce of hope.

Therefore, the motto now to live by is - I’ll believe it when I see it not hear it. The glass is half empty not half full.

Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own existence.

Tell me a story where there is less drama in life. I would like to hear the simplicity of it.

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And before I could publish this post my conscience spoke. The sane part of me in its minimal degree decided to come forth and make itself heard. And I find myself releasing a heavy sigh but one of relief. That I am healthy or so I like to believe, am making a decent living although I could do with more moolah and not staying in a war torn country where everyday is a living uncertainty.

Arrgghhhhh.

I am my own worst enemy.

I am my own worst enemy.

I am my own worst enemy.

How now brown cow???

In a while crocodile...

Don't fuck daffy duck.

Sigh.