fractionally appeased.

sundays, i loathe. current situation : eyes were twin pools of error, dwarfing other features and skin turning pallid. soul of body has been immobilize-ly tortured and abused. reason why? only i know. total ghastly gruesomegross-some.
uncertainty deepened the anguish, yet from their clouded, doubt-filled depths, the cloud still see with the tiny glimmer of devotion beginning to surface. or so i thought it is. light of love began to eclipse the cloud of misgiving. why is it so hard? fractionally appeased, i am! calm is restored.
self note : laundry day lads and lasses. boy, i really need to empty up (down?) my laundry basket. would appreciate much with the reverse of machine breakdown. nonplussed, operation kicking heart against rib with Financial Accounting and Business Law. oh dear Good Lord. spare me some mercy!
side note : HAPPY SWEET SEVENTEEN dearest sis irara. do take note that i am, devastated of not being able to come to your birthday party. no, seriously. i'll make it up to you somehow someday ok? :)