Guess it has been this long, im not used to pen down much, though i have a diary for him. lets say the memory space in my head is failing and i need a back up. its hard to be in my shoes, restrospectively speaking. i got to take bullshits thrown at me from north south east west. blogging has been a comforting way in a way for me, i dont need anyone to read it. i cld password enable it too. i just need to depend on an external storage rather relying on my poor memory.
if the brainiest mind mapper could map me out it would look like an intricate piece of artwork. stretching from personal to professional. closest to furthest. i need a huge hand to crane me out from where i am you know like how those crane moves boulders of cements to form a building, yeap pick me up like that and auto control me to where i would prefer to be the drop off point. at the moment, the BEST pace i can think of is china we all know why. or the top of the Eiffel tower. so i can scream my lungs out, as much as my lungs can capacitate.
Im probably intenetionally leading myself to starvation, one meal a day and all i had to day was cereal, i couldnt lie to sandip even if i wanted too. told him i ate cereal he said thats good, felt guilty so i went to kistchen and poured me milk and cereal for a brunch. then slept through lunch awake now to head to work but dinner doesnt come to mind. i think thats the only best thing about working night, you forget alot of things, people in your life, you lose track of the days and the dates, you work the owl shift get home fall flat to sleep and awake at 6 or 7pm so meaning to say one sleeps through breakfast and lunch. dinner is subjective, i dont why my body doesnt need food and maybe i dont hear my head well enough too, i dont know, but i drink yes, my fluids, i take water, chilled green tea occasional coffee and tea.
