19.april.2006.wednesday

the television set beside me is confined to its world in as much as i am.
post its in yellow frames my computer and every visible space in my cubicle is tacked with clippings of the impending project i am at present, very much involved with (Garduce and Mount Everest).

the place is extraordinarily denied of the usual fanfare that throbs at this usual hour, 7:09 in the evening.

i am alone. they have all left for various reasons - event, presscon, rounds or simply because their time of servitude has briefly ended, albeit temporarily, until the coming of the 'morrow.

and so, i am alone. unmindful whether the ticking of the hours would sprint by or simply crawl off in idle fashion.

i paused and retrace my steps to this morning...my face, my gait is a far cry from how my shoulders slump and deadpan expression that i now sport.

must be tired...from the meetings i have attended, moreso, from inhaling the dreadful smoke puffed by people i was with. small, wispy clouds of gray rubbish that seems to scrape the very life of me. curses.

i could surely use a nice, hard back rub. in strokes coming in a mix of brisk and slow torrents...yes. that would be a piece of heaven. something that would crush those small lumps of tiredness that amazingly finds itself a home in my back once in a while...and maybe, a nice footrub wouldn't be far behind....

sheesh..i must be really tired.
i was in want to write about falling in love again, but here i am.
tapping away my simple joys, as if putting the words together would be enough to soothe my frayed nerves and tired bod...
i guess, a little imagination is helpful to lift a tired spirit.

how about a shot of caffeine?
i could sure use a hot cup of green tea...that would be nice.
hot tea after a good massage! now, who cares about getting these releases done?!!!
not me!...well, at least for now. hehehehe