Random

There are these random urges to blog sometimes but then when I do get home and sit down in front to type something, with all the necessary conditions pepped and ready - like a bowl of popcorn, a glass of red tea, a glass of ice-cold water and maybe tucked under my blanket, I reach a mental block and all the things I want to say becomes a nebulous cloud around me.

That's when I feel annoyed with myself. Hmmmmm, I'm sad.