signed sealed

I miss my muse. Yes, my muse. I had a fan who used to give me commentary on my Keanu chronicles but she has stopped writing and sending her input. I know she probably has real life to deal with, just like I do, but I miss my muse. Greatly.

I had a little furniture drama at work, so I didn't get any work done today and it makes me feel really bad because Tuesday is going to be a tough day at work. Isn't this work thing just getting too overzealous for me, thinking about doing a good job even though I am away from it.

My Keanu calendar missed out the month of September; it has two pages for October and no September, this wouldn't be a bad deal if sept. wasn't his birthday. you'd think they'd do something special for it.

I changed my friday routine a bit. I put nothing in the morning and moved my workout to the evening, which wouldn't be so bad except I need to write, to create and Friday night seemed to be working for me for the past month, why did my silliness have to switch stuff all around. I need to create. I have to look for a good time for study, creation and all what nots cos I am thinking of including so many new things in my schedule and they need quiet time.

*There's so many bits and pieces of what I am, so much that I wish people knew or appreciated, so much to express to fathom to invent, and there I am a flower, rusting burnished in my spot for someone to pluck before my ripen dies, which I fear is so close. So close.

That's how I know that God is real*


I need to create. That's how I know that I am real.