o dear . . .

well i have not exactly been myself those days, i am completely
tired, jaded, worn out everything - the works life is too strange.

somehow, i have the magical wind again and i pray to finally
finish off these bloody projects, i wish to just set aside and not
look at for awhile, i need a breath of fresh air from a whirlwind
of theoretical nonsense.

the only thing that is making more sense to me those days is the
essence of work in progress, self-organization, strategies to
neverwinter nights and detox teas and soup.

rest rest and more resting shall be done until next WEEK