sleepless but snug
quiet sunday evenings are good for those who leave dear friends at rail stations with a casual wave, not saying that alone-life feels burdensome sometimes.
quiet sunday evenings can be constructed by gladly accepting the hospitality of a the newly married couple who have decided to adopt you. You go along and watch frodo and sam exchange sultry looks and recite ash nazg gimbatul in the black tongue of mordor. you poke fun at gandalf gyaan while marvelling at the new multimedia toys that the couple sweetly shares with you, in a warm family-like bubble on a quiet sunday evening.
later, after lugging a cast away television home on a bus you have recently made the acquaintance of and are already marvelling at the range of, you can check mail and chat with distant stakeholders from a fwumpy blue beanbag with a yellow cushion. the lamp in the window says wendigo is peaceful tonight.
quiet sunday evenings lead to mondays where you sing 'baanwra mann' on victoria street and don't let yourself eat comfort food for lunch, even though it drizzles so. your smile continues to dazzle all and sundry, craven, hopeful, witless, wistful, and some just-only-testing-yet.
monday night, alas, can be overrun with season 3 of the sex and the city box set, and even robert plant can't croon you to sleep.
still, not despondent tonight. that will come on friday. life is cyclical....
40 minute later edit: abbe ye pyar vyaar kab ayega life mein? like, propper wala? sleep bose sleep! ufffff
quiet sunday evenings can be constructed by gladly accepting the hospitality of a the newly married couple who have decided to adopt you. You go along and watch frodo and sam exchange sultry looks and recite ash nazg gimbatul in the black tongue of mordor. you poke fun at gandalf gyaan while marvelling at the new multimedia toys that the couple sweetly shares with you, in a warm family-like bubble on a quiet sunday evening.
later, after lugging a cast away television home on a bus you have recently made the acquaintance of and are already marvelling at the range of, you can check mail and chat with distant stakeholders from a fwumpy blue beanbag with a yellow cushion. the lamp in the window says wendigo is peaceful tonight.
quiet sunday evenings lead to mondays where you sing 'baanwra mann' on victoria street and don't let yourself eat comfort food for lunch, even though it drizzles so. your smile continues to dazzle all and sundry, craven, hopeful, witless, wistful, and some just-only-testing-yet.
monday night, alas, can be overrun with season 3 of the sex and the city box set, and even robert plant can't croon you to sleep.
still, not despondent tonight. that will come on friday. life is cyclical....
40 minute later edit: abbe ye pyar vyaar kab ayega life mein? like, propper wala? sleep bose sleep! ufffff
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praps you'll get lucky another time :-)
busy.
Its almost Friday - despondent yet ??
guy next door: it's creeping up, to be honest. good thing i have a huge meeting to obsess about.. it'll carry me through until lunch. you ask almost as if you hd a solution to despondency! so cruel.