i fight me.

I brainstormed for 10 minutes* (approximately, is not free of elements of exaggeration for the purpose of attempted wit) for a brilliant tag line but I couldn't. Calm was restored. Fractionally appeased. A perfect abrupt abscond certainly. Midday routine was modified into a last minute outing with HP3X. Paraded at Alamanda and rejoined my love for the cinemas by watching Bolt. (the cinemas, aah, how i miss) It wasn't so bad. Had few plates of laughter. Got back home at 6pm, and regular routine was then re-connected.
I seem to be having an erratic slash confusing behavior nowadays. Goddamn. Thoughts were striking out in so many directions. Where I stare self in the mirror and eyes were twin pools of error terror, dwarfing other features and skin turned pallid. However, it seems to last only for the a very short period. The remaining vestiges of confusion slash fear was being swallowed into a tide of love and relief at the end of the day. It goes on and on everyday. I know, I know, I am being melodramatic. I'm aware. What else is groundbreaking here?
What to look forward to : Monday shopping trip with le femilia. Hope it has a happy ending. Fingers crossed lads and lasses. And till then, beauty sleep is in to-do-list. Shalom!

Side note : (i) Psst. I have a secret dream slash master plan. One that consists of my own deep irksome dark black magic. I reckon I must practice sorcery now. (ii) And oh, I have a new love. People, meet Adele. My sleeping partner who lullabies me to sleep with beautiful beats.