Some people have spent time trying to understand me. Even I do not understand myself, so they might as well not bother.
I am in one of my moods. I have deleted all my other blogs, maybe I was unhappy with them, maybe not. I don't know for sure.
I miss my friends, I detest the routine of my life at present.
I'm still at work, though work is long over. I'm not eager to face the traffic. I don't want to waste time on a movie. So I'm trying and failing to write something sensible.
I'd like to run away, become a hermit. I wonder if I would find the world perfect if I had everything I wanted with no one to trouble me.