of some days dreaded and other random stories
This morning, I got one of the calls I had been dreading since I moved here. The call that tells me my grand-aunt isn't here on this earth with us any longer. I can't actually say I am numb, but I can't say I don't feel anything. Hence, currently I am just existing. We spoke last on Christmas day, I procrastinated, we didn't speak since then. Bus 607 was a real deal. I have floaters in right eye, I wish they will go away. I don't know if being a texture artist is currently my right fit, but still I am pushing. I was rooting for Sugar Ray to win MVP of the celebrity game, if I placed a bet I would have lost money. I still don't get why D.Wade is retiring. I watched the superbowl game, I think I find the no-skills flaunting sport a tad dry. All these offense-defense talk I also find to be ear-sores. I probably just need to understand the game better, I am biased. When I was 11 or 12, I had a tshirt with the Tasmanian devil sporting a sign '