Yesterday was a weird day at work. The website we use to file our work electronically was down for repairs, so we had to just basically prepare the work and wait, endlessly.

The weirder thing about it was my yearn for some content to read on the web. Blogger was lacking of any updates whatsoever. I kept pulling up this exact update on my main page, and it bothered me. I felt all the people on Blogger may have been abducted. Don't ask? Even as there were no entries, I just couldn't make one of my own. I didn't have enough inspiration to make a proper entry. There was not enough content in my life presumably.

So I moved on to other areas of the Internet for material to read. I happened upon some KR sites. I don't know. Inasmuch as I am obsessed with him (there I said it) I find it hard to go to websites completely devoted to him. It makes me feel weird, it puts a mirror on my "obsession" and makes me feel worse (there I said it again) As if it speaks to me and says: this is what we all look like and somehow it doesn't look too good, it's more than a hobby at this point, it's an..."obsession on a hapless man. He'd think you've lost your mind to take him this seriously."

So that was the weird day. It was purely a mix of boredom, self-examination of one's motives or lack thereof especially at work, and just general feeling of fading melancholy.

And you thought I was boring.