Apparently it's the mosquito season or rather a mosquito season because last night, just as I was near stepping into the dream realm of chaos and colours a lone mosquito decided to bravely sing the song of its people in a steady tone of massive irritation.
It was a long long sad, forlorn tune, one that refused to stop and the mosquito in question must have been those vegetarian or male ones that didn't bite. Probably a Pavarotti among its kind and insistent at that.
On and on it went and nothing in this world is as pestiferous as a mosquito song in your ear.
My forbearance for this sort of behaviour is on the negative end and within moments I had plugged in a machine and soon after it was gone.
Night thusly came and went and I was awake as usual the same time early morning with a body that seemed to have been severed from my person and soon after completing the domestic chores I slept again, only to wake up feeling gross and cramped.
It was one of those odd days when I didn't start my day with the usual routine, but instead I opened my eyes and made straight for the shower.
I just needed to get rinsed and I might have sloughed off my skin in the scrubbing process but it feels good.
Now I have deviated from the usual as is the theme for today and sip on hot tea and lunch shall be later, something I can't be bothered to even think about now.
Ah..soon..
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