Yeah, yeah, I know. I should have moved on ages ago. But I can't. So I'll stop talki
ng about it : ) Would someone get the license plate of the week that hit me? Still spinning from the day-to-day emotional rollercoaster. From the apprehension of an unfinished project to the calm of the postponed deadlin
e. From the blunt boredom of not being a competitor to the sudden surprise of the return of a perfidious ponner. Up and down, in and out, etc. etc. so, approaching the weekends, i find myself resigned to apathy. With a laid-back attitude in hand and a roaring-in-the-making, its less of a wonder why my mind has resorted to such a direct self-defense mechanism. Apathy. Should name a frickin pharmaceutical product after it. The next time you are at Guardians or Watsons remember to look out for...


APATHY the new anti-whatever drug. It does... something. Who cares.
Thus ends a highly dysfunctional post.
Bipolar-ly,
Infinity and the Like
P.S. Parting gag for HP Brudders: "There is NOTHING in your presentation! Where is the QUALITY!?" the Islam Mule (<-- credit goes to KonviKt) demanded. Nodding in silence and making affirmative grunts had become my part-time job.