Thursday

Today came. Nothing I did could stop it. Not even the rain gods helped. Today came.

I'm in slow motion today. My back hurts. I don't want to think. Words are difficult to come by today. I'd rather read. Or watch cartoons. Or be on a plane far from here.

Have to settle for reading the papers here. Corruption, fraud and barefacedness pervade this land I live in. It's all we talk about: on Facebook, on the phone, in the rum-shops and restaurants, on BBM. Talk. Who's done what, or doing what, who's doing who and how much of a doing in going on. Mostly speculative, hardly objective. It's so easy to be critical of the people we don't like. The papers are boring.

Tempted to play Zynga Slingo. Stopped playing most online games. Apparently, I played them to compensate for not achieving much in my real life. According Leonard Hofstadter.

Got a call just now. Unexpected. Of all the people, Maggie called. I was wrong about her. Thanks Maggie.

Gonna drink my coffee, and read more quotes from Leonard and try to stop time.

Then I'll pick up the roses and help send Mama home.