Saturday, December 09, 2006

High Time

I can't help but thinking what GD must be saying to her favorite son about her days spent while she was here. How cold we were, how cruel we were, how rude were. I can't help but thinking. I even visualise that her favorite son came over confronting me about my behavior about it. Sigh. I don't know why I keep thinking about such things. They are definitely ridiculous and unneccessary.

I am not very please with myself right now though. I know but I appreciate it that some people are off my back now since they've already expected it anyway. I can think properly now in my bunk. All to myself, on my own. No distruptions after shutting my door.

TJ called and asked for a favor. Well I guess I could do it for one last time.