I have nothing particular to say but now that I am home and online, I want to write something. If only for the sake of writing; I still want to write something because I know I will then be able to go to sleep with some sense of satisfaction.

Today has been a strangely dissatisfying day. I spent the last half hour trying to analyze why – you must have experienced those times when you feel a constant worrying din in your head but can’t figure out the source of that noise? I hate that feeling – the mind keeps going back to it mindlessly; like the tongue seeking out a sore tooth. Anyway, I have been in that state for quite some time today – think I have figured out why but haven’t yet figured out a way to pat myself into a state of calm. My best bet is to spew it out in words.

I can feel myself getting into that rut of mindless thinking again – the kind that consistent late night at work drives you to. How I long for the holidays. I am hoping I can do something worthwhile then.

These days I catch myself thinking up a story line more often than ever. I have been thinking – a lot of wishful fantasizing could well develop into a good story. I only need to put my mind to it; rather I need to stop being such a lazy thinker and start putting things to paper.