fastidious

I am bored bored bored bored.

It's like I woke up this afternoon to find I've got no crayons to color with.
It's like I woke up this afternoon with the same damn thoughts swirling around in circles that have been swirling for the past 32 weeks. Straight. It's like I woke up this afternoon.
It's like I woke up.

So what now?

Is this that thing I do where dust off my jeans, stand up from an unfinished project and look for the next thing to sink teeth into? I mean, for sure I have been charging like a freight train through this tedious Australian obstacle course. And for sure I am frustrated by the wheel spinning purgatory incarceratousness. And by frustrated I mean totally over it about a year ago.
So I thought.

Yup, I'm nearly at the top of the hill, or at the bottom. I can't tell yet.

Permanent Residency visa is on it's way. I've given my absolute complete serenity to my workplace.

One thing remains. Nrtta Sadhana.

Pfft.

Love = disturber of the peace


ok, so now watch the Ram do what she knows best to do. Ram. Right through the fence, gate, door. What did you think these horns were for anyway?