Monday blues? It could be Sunday sickness, doc.

I had the strangest case of insomnia last night - or since the last post. Could it be the surge of adenaline and satisfaction from writing it? Or just writing again in general? Thanks to Blogger, I managed to ignite again my biggest passion in life which has since been in deep slumber. Blame it on NS.

In a blaze of glory. ROAR!

The boost to my morale and motivation aside, I have to be conscious of how it might negatively affect my sleep. Note to self: I have to get the postings done earlier so the adrenaline effects wear off faster. At least, until I ORD that is - which is, God willing, in a month time.

So, what is a queer to do when life presents you a mug of insomnia in the morning? You down it with a visit to the doctor, followed quickly by a session with the boys. That's right - nothing like juicy gossip and a mug of hot chocolate to perk up a *sleepy* Monday. And we even managed to throw in a good 3 hours of L4D2 to really nail it. Like hot chocolate, friendship really does hit the spot with that much-needed dose of warm, fuzzy feeling - all the way till the very end.


Still, I suspect there is much more at hand that's on the loose, causing all kind of mischief and trouble - but ultimately giving putting the "happy" meaning to being gay. L'amore, as the French would call it. Love. Cinta.

You.

You don't need no introduction for my heart has been yearning for yours since our eyes first met. And you need no mention for information is a friend and a foe; the latter in which they are many - among your family, unfortunately - who seek to destroy us. But I want You to know that you were playing in my mind like a love song, baby (blueks) the greatest love story ever told - us (ah, much better). And I miss you so. 

Meet me soon <3