There is this urge to write.
A certain franctic feeling, about recording every thought that runs through my mind. But, then when I open this page often, I am blank.
I want to type, and then I am just too lazy.
The Gods it seem take the sadist pleasure to dump me with way too many things to think about, to act upon and then expect me to not to freak out (or like the husbad says- "become a crazy lady").
Yes, things are in a tizzy!
The year it seems is getting set to close on high note, one way or the other.
Here is to festivities, and change!
A certain franctic feeling, about recording every thought that runs through my mind. But, then when I open this page often, I am blank.
I want to type, and then I am just too lazy.
The Gods it seem take the sadist pleasure to dump me with way too many things to think about, to act upon and then expect me to not to freak out (or like the husbad says- "become a crazy lady").
Yes, things are in a tizzy!
The year it seems is getting set to close on high note, one way or the other.
Here is to festivities, and change!
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