I got the blues

I've got the baby blues.

Mental Bulimia

Forced evisceration of thought.

Compelling the brain to be spasmodically flatulent.

A sign of aging and a prelude to senescence.

At 31 years old.

I used to fart my brains out all over blogger and now I've become too brief.

But "brevity is the soul of wit" right, Shakespeare? 

Alas, poor mind, I knew you well.

Nosy Noise

I feel obligated to read/watch the news in social media or on television. Everything's so depressing and everyone seems to have joined an annoying opinion competition.  So, I think I'll just hide inside the mundane box and be its most spectacular occupant.  

when i am meant to be nothing

Like most people, there are instances when I have a sudden, inordinate desire to be great...to be somebody.  I'm pretty sure I've posted a couple of times in the past that I'm meant to be ordinary and that I should consider it to be a good thing.  This post is obviously a redundancy, but it's a healthy reminder on my part: "to take delight in being unknown and unregarded (A Kempis, The Inner Life)."

book hoarding sloth

I look at the book shelf and see Salman Rushdie and the Dante Club staring dust-filled daggers at me for not reading them and going for ebook versions of Kafka's Metamorphosis and H.G. Wells's Time Machine.  Tsk tsk tsk.

Sometime soon. I have an urgent matter to attend to: my Plants vs Zombies Zen garden.