It’s closing week now.

I think it’s best if I write a little something here before I barely have any free time for myself. And what better than a little update on life, eh?

The pups of Marley are doing great; they’ve just opened their eyes a few days back and are now very adventurous with their crawling. We’ve just chicken-fenced the cage to stop them from edging out.

I’ve named them. They’re Ziggy and Della Marley. They both have something of their dad in them.

They are, currently, the cutest things in the world.

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Perhaps not so much of an update on my life itself, which is currently like a flag that stayed still on the pole, with no wind around to billow and flutter it.

And like flags do, I can only sit and wait for that rich Westerly to blow and flap the cloth against the pole. Better still; wrench it out from the bindings, and carry it far and away, maybe into the ocean.

Wait is both a dreadful and wonderful thing, but it’s much like a mysterious drink served at the bar. And good and bad sometimes depends on your taste.

Ho hum.

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I dislike the fickleness of myself.

(Or is it really fickleness? Perhaps not. Perhaps simply a not-so-latent, fairly common emotion prevalent since the dawn of time, and that fickleness is either merely a branch of it, or the root in itself. At any rate, it produces the same results).

Feels like I’m a douche. A dick. An asshole.

And it’s very mutual.

I’m confused. But it’s the time of confusion that don’t sink in to cause massive amount of hair tearing. It’s just a leaf on the surface of the water. It disturbs, and ripples, and there’s all there is to it.

Makes me wonder; What the Fuck am I doing?

And whom am I Fucking with?

And What the Fuck do I think I am?

(Right-o. Emo-ness flies, and hovers).

I think I should let slide. It’s gonna be like leaving the stuff you can’t carry when moving house. It’s gotta go but the separation is there. Something’s left.

And you’re gone.

It sucks.

(I don’t even know what I’m confused about now).

(I don’t even know if I have to right to be confused).

(I think I’ll go to sleep now).

(Nites)