another day, another bawler.

the sky is blue pristine, but my head feels like plasticine. malleable. muddled-able.

there are these moments lately where i wonder exactly where i am going on this little path called life. and then i wonder how on earth i managed to write that cliche with a straight face. and yet, i'm not really laughing. no, this isn't ha ha funny - it's ha ha ridiculous. or maybe just odd.

yes, odd describes everything right now - from the way that my head spins like a broken top to the fractured recollections of the previous evening to all the heartaches and stupidities and banalities of the day-to-day demise of me.

i mean, who am i really?

a melodramatic teenager in the guise of a real live adult? possibly.
a silly billy with a penchant for disaster? definitely.
a whiny blogger with little motivation and a lot of work to do?

yes, yes and yes.