This is really blue blooded blogger or addiction or whatever you call it. I am inside the bus, which is bound to leave for manila in a few minutes and here I am blogging. I should really be getting those next set of work done but for some reason the laptop is not charged. Tsk. So I thought I should create a quick blog entry.
This is really surreal for me. After 2 weeks of being locked up in the house, here I am, outside the confines of our four walls and on the way to some far away land. On top of that, I have a secret I cannot share. Not yet. Maybe not even to this blog. The risks are too much. So I will instead share it to the other space in the web I have. The space that no one knows of except me and the few people who saunters to it.
So I guess I should end this. Then guys at the back of the bus are quite noisy and are severely getting in the way of my thoughts. As such all the words that plague my mind earlier have conveniently disappeared.
I hope to get some rest, whatever form it will take in the next two days. It is no surprise that I am feeling the brunt of my workalcoholism. I feel like a guinea pig running around in its wheel all day long. I am screwed. I am doing what I love yet I’m doing it nonstop to the detriment of other things I also love doing. I wake up daily to write and sleep late still writing. I write all day long. I thought that would be cool but it is not. For the plethora of words I have, writing nonstop is not good. Not good at all. I still crave diversity even if the things I write about are already diverse.
I hope after this week, some change is seen. I know I cannot continue on long like this lest I break down. The guinea pig cannot continue running on the wheel.
That’s it. Time to end this as the battery warning is blinking. No chance risking that the comp shut down and I don’t get to save this. Besides, I think the bus is leaving.
