Just Another Rainy Day

I'm liking the weather recently. Chilly, without being too cold; wet, without being too rainy. It's giving me the sniffles, but I'll live.

Done with most of the projects I'm doing so I'm back to doing nothing. I could play Legend of Zelda, but I got irritated when my saved game was strangely deleted. I hate it, cos I was already halfway through. That was two weeks' worth of sleepless nights and uneaten lunches wasted. Boo.

I tried reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Collected Stories which a friend lent me, but I couldn't get past half the first story. Maybe I've gotten dull, or maybe it was too much for me, but thinking about an almost dead person talking about how dead he is in intricate detail was too off tangent for my little brain to comprehend.

So most of the times, I put the goddamned book down and end up sitting in front of lappie, opening and closing programs without really doing anything. My mind is restless and brimming with ideas, but I don't have the heart to get them written down.

Argh. I'm so undersexed.