I have met people. Some were important. Some didn't matter. Some got more important or less as and how the situation asked for it. Some people tried to act important. I am relieved they failed. Some are still trying. I find them amusing. You know, it is always nice to know that you 're capable of keeping someone's mind occupied even in your absence; no matter they might only be cursing you over something vague; they are in fact thinking about You.
I realized I did not have enough reason to celebrate a birthday. Or, at least to celebrate it the way others do. I d rather claim a happy 20 hour sleep for my birthday than spend a thousand bucks treating people who are (or are willing to be) happy for my birth. Partying- not my kind of celebration. Ask about food, well, I eat every meal like it were my last; every day is a treat.
I understood my favorite part of the web-world (This very page) has suffered step-motherly treatment for the last couple of months. My bike needs a change of the seat cover, and is desperately weeping for the need of an oil-massage. My hair is in its worst form after not being taken care of, for a month. My room is tidy, neat and lifeless. I haven't listened to No more Sorrow for more than 45 days now.
I need some time to make up for everything that I missed in the last bunch of days. A little more than just 24 hours everyday. I guess, it is time now, to unwind.