For the past week, I had not been crawlling in cyberspace much. I just don have the mood nor the interests in doing anything. Sometimes its a little hard to believe that a simple sentence could just strike you so sharp and kill all your interests in anything else other than dwelling in whatever that was said. Its just so sick and twisted.
I did not have much interest in anything, not even the Internet. Worked long hours, until such that even a few other bosses asked why am I always the one to stay back until so late. Came home and stared brainlessly at some stupid programmes on the idiot box, read a crappy novel which seemed to take forever to finish, stuffed myself with junk food, scolded Ozzie for licking my toes and sleep. Thats basically the stuff that I was doing for the past few days.
But yet, I think I am enjoying it. I am essentially living in my own world. I do not have to answer to anyone, other than my boss but thats another story, and I don have to listen to anyone else. Its quite interesting and beautiful in a morbid sense. I felt like Emily, if anyone ever remembered that show.
Oh well, if thats gonna be the way I am going to live for the next 40 years or so, so be it.