Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The ponderous phenomenon that has cast a quizzical overtone to my stagnant life these past few weeks has left me feeling strangely contented.My time at work these days are getting mercifully shorter, rarely ever hitting the 6 hour mark, though I've spent most of it on menial labor.
Sleep on the other hand has greedily stolen more than my usual fix of 6 hours, effectively incapacitating me for yet another 8 more, rendering little time left for whatever other aspects left of my life.
No longer have I the time to play the games I don't enjoy, watch DVDs for the umpteen time, hang around online doing nothing in particular or even blog about the mundane that only lesser than a hand full of people read about?
Oooh. Talking about blogging, I had an eventful weekend filled with decent amount of photos and tons to talk about. You'll be so thrilled.
Okay, back to my rantings before I sidetrack and hit a totally different vein of feelings again.
All in all, lesser time stolen by work yields an even lesser resultant personal time?
Irony seemed to be the staple these days.
Which brings me back to my initial question. Then why am I filled with contentment still, despite losing my semblence of a life?
And while we're at it, why do I even love bananas?!
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 6:43:00 PM