i so badly wanted to write something...but now as i rest my hands on the keyboard i seem to be suffering from some kind of phantom paralysis...i hate deadlines...be it work or ma life...and right now am facing the worst deadline of ma life ever...no one should give you such deadlines, especially not one or both of your parents...rather than working towards completing the task on hand to meet the deadline all i can think of is an apartment of my own, space that i call my own, a daschund that's running around mad, a kitchen stocked up with easy to prepare food, an audio system that beats the Bose sound quality with my all time favorites playing, a paranormal thriller in my hand accompanied by a steaming cup of my favorite 'water coffee' and me in my favorite place all snuggled up basking in the glory of my independent state of being...i have left ten months pass by and now i am fretting over a deadline as i am left with just two months...but i suppose i don't have to worry about it as it may not be that serious a deadline after all...but with your folks one never knows...i don't know and right now the mere act of reflecting the deadline in words has rendered me linguistically challenged...
guess this is to be continued
