dry beddings

now, lets see.

what do you normally do when insomnia bugs you again, and cant sleep no matter how many thousands of sheeps youve counted?

the frequent answer to this one would be, 'find something to busy yourself with, then eventually, you'd get tired and fall asleep'

as for me, i read, or drown myself with music. but since i got no new books to accompany me to bed, and i cant find the mp4 charger, id now resort to blogging. id blog and id blog till my fingers wont move anymore and eyelids swell red. then id sleep.

nah. trying to pull a not so good play of words there. and i get it. its a bad, a bad bad one.

*woot woot* i miss this one. i miss all of these writings and putting into concrete words what occasionally runs through my head. just like now. type what i want to say without thinking, without any hesitations at all. write to my mind's *or heart's* satisfaction. spill those that linger. and let them dry in virtual sun.

though, more often, it can really get detrimental to my mental health due to unwelcomed depression modes, writing, or should i say, ranting, is still the best escape from boredom.

uh-oh.

bad sign.bad sign