Today

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sober thoughts...

I keep having these flashes sometimes, like vague recollections of various past lives. Things that happened maybe a couple of years ago, or a month. And I am like ' Was it my life? Was that me? ' ... A few days back, my sweet pal called me at 1 in the morning, stoned out of his head, to tell me he was tired of life, of how everyday is the same, how he has lots of fun everyday, but when he stops to think about it, something is missing, there is nothing! I told him that the trick was to avoid any kind of thought, and introspection is a no- no! I wish I could do it as well as I can say it.

Hard days' nights!

Been working my ass off for the past God-knows-how-many days! I'm tired of tracking company results day in and day out. I need a break, an aroma therapy spa, a refreshing drink and a good book!

The Dragonfly

The dragonfly that flew into my room yesterday evening and finally settled on me before I walked it out of the door raised a pertinent question. Why are men so scared of insects? My friend who was visiting was visibly stressed out when the poor insect flew in through the window and started buzzing around. I asked him if he would have screamed like a girl if it had settled on his shirt, and he answered, ' Yes, of course'. Why is it that men are scared of insects but not of geckos and mice? And why do women scream at the sight of lizards and cute little mice, but not cringe at picking up a creep, crawly insect and throwing it out?