holla.

rain rain go away - don't come again another day. especially not a sunday, with work week stretched ahead like a piss-yellow brick road. ok, ok, so i am being slightly melodramatique - not hating the idea of going to the office - but do have some unfinished projects (or rather, unstarted) due tomorrow, and so, it is with some irritation that i watch the minutes of this evening slip slip slip away into the dusk.

and my head feels emptier than this laundromat i passed by a few nights ago. sure, there were machines running and swishing away, but not a soul to be seen. that's me right now. the machines are running and swishing away, but not a headline to be seen. not even one intelligent thought!


welcome to the laundromad.