Its almost six months passed to be laid off from my job. All my hours merging to doomsday, counting a conspiracy for me…What next? As no one around left, all had luring jobs to do, in this old season of mine I got one single girl friend who left for further studies ,so it was jus’ me . . First there was the requisite whining about how bored I was, but Ink didn't seem too impressed by that. Then there were the desperate attempts to lure friends out for coffee or something, but everyone already had plans and couldn't entertain me.
So I had no choice but to do the work that I'd been procrastinating on, but not before I attempted to procrastinate further by doing some household chores. I'm no fan of vacuuming or wiping down cupboards, but on a long, empty Sunday noon, so I gone off to sleep.
As evening inched upon us, I had some grubs with puffs, but again, the Force was not strong with me. So the only person that I spoke to and interacted with in person, between noon and bedtime, was my Chotu - who is my soul care-taker here.
I think Ink got tired of me harassing him, though, because he flopped down to sleep a good bit earlier than usual and didn't even stir when I nudged his head.
