in case you were wondering or wandering

It's 7-ish in the morning and I am quite surprised at how I managed to get up. My attempts at trying to wake at such an hour for something important have failed a tad too miserably in the past and now, I uncharacteristically jumped out of bed with much enthusiasm that should not have reeked off of someone who, a minute ago, was in deep slumber.

I took a bite of food, well, okay, more than a bite really. I had a plateful of fried rice, stir-fried ampalaya, chicken adobo, three longganisas, and iced tea. Darn that was good. It disappeared all too quickly but my stomach isn't complaining. I am just sitting about, waiting for a couple of hours 'til my eyes would decide to take a few more hours of sleep. And that my friends, would explain why I am typing away.

The sun is shining with much delight, hinting at a very warm day ahead. It would be good to get ahead on the laundry but who ever does that when they can do either of two things today: read or write. Patience is a luxury for someone like me, tasked to carry out household chores that I might have gotten away with if I had a job, which is another blog post entirely. So today, I shall simply read and write the day's work away. It is quite inspiring to do much reading or writing when a clear blue day is calling out to you, to bask in all of its glory. And bask away, I shall.

I cannot say entirely, with much certainty, as to who and how many, wander about in this humble abode for my thoughts, on a daily basis. Really, I do not care. As I have often said, I was never one for an audience. Although some people do this with an entirely different reason than I am, I have never gone past the reason of simply wanting to tell a story. Writing after all is not coupled with thinking, it simply is the manifestation of one's desire to do so. I can't really vouch for the accurateness of that statement, I just heard it from some random movie a few days before, so don't take my word for it.

I have, quite unsuccessfully, tried to come up with several blogs for my thoughts, all to no avail. I have lost all desire, enthusiasm, energy, or what-have-yous a couple of entries away. I didn't have the time since nursing school thought it was fun to drain me of life during those years. Partly so, because I was hoping for a few nudges here and there, until I finally realised the importance of writing for my own satisfaction instead of someone else's. Or more accurately, because I was too bored which could be - and I think it really is - the reason for all this hoopla.

And.

Just because I have too much in my head. Everything is struggling to get away. Lest I turn utterly violent and/or psychotic, it would be best to drain some of 'em here. If you find yourself sucked into the vortex of my mental crap and have decided to create your own, my work is done. For it is in inspiring others, one can truly feel that sense of purpose. Recognition then, is immaterial.