I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Funking Monday Morning
I've got the Monday morning blues. The weekend was not terrible, but this morning I'm just in a funk. Peeled my self of the make shift bed on the floor this morning (we have guest - so I'm crashing on the floor) and just dragged myself through the routine before I heard out to the pasture. Yeah! That's what this job feels like, cooling out in a pasture whole day eating fucking grass and the occassional exchange of bleets. I went to the cinema last night; I actually watched "why did I get married too?". I'm still debating whether I will blog about that - it's been on my mind; WIP. Anyway, back to the humdrum - maybe I should listen to some music, it may help me get out of this funk.
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