Head colds are not conducive to writing. Which begs the question, 'Why am I writing?' To which I don't really have an answer, except to say that I've missed me. And I can no longer justify not taking five minutes out of my schedule to keep up my own acquaintance. But then that's it, for I really don't have anything to write about. I just felt like saying nothing. I should spend more time in quiet meditation. Then perhaps I'd have thoughts to share. Instead I fill my quiet moments with music and words and pictures... and forget that sometimes, those moments would be better left alone. Better left quiet. I need an extra couple of hours every day. A couple of hours that are untouchable and beyond traditional laws of space and time. And then, with those precious bonus hours, I shall make a point to do the most wonderful thing possible.
Absolutely nothing.
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