I simply didn't write yesterday. I wanted to, but I didn't. I was in a hurry to escape my cubicle. It has been sapping my soul, off late. Everyday I have been retracting into my shell more and more. You must be wondering why I am boring you with my personal crap. Wish, I knew about it. Maybe it's procrastination. Or am I way too deep in my shell that I have lost touch with the outer world. Let me go back in there and mull over this.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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