Too blah to synchronize

My eyes, even as I write this, are being pricked by a dozen lil pointy things. Harmonically. However life has been entertaining in the recent past so insomnia notwithstanding, I shall continue to contribute to my little anthology in this late hour. Unabashed, boisterous slug that I am.

It has been alrite. The graduate studies have been inviting some mild enquiries however and people seem to be a lil sus-pis of our great little hoax, we in the business call the e'mess (cough). Talks floating around of moving houses and their inmates with them. Was asked recently about general concern for life (or the lack of it) and a quantitative estimate of a potential paycheck. Chuckles ensued.

Evenings are being spent playing silly games with mindless shouting and whimsical clouting. The house smells of spilled coke and of weed that I don't smoke. I see cigarette butts on the floor.. cards across the table galore. Pizza boxes stacked to a short man's height. It's looks like a junkie frat house with Bob Sinclair playing in background et al.

I think I ll blog more regularly henceforth. Now that I have a lil less of a life.. and a bit more of its strife.

P.S. Earlier, I was armtwisted into switching to the new version of Blogger. I feel terribly violated.