I am done with my move. Unpacked and settled in. Till the next one… And having accomplished that I have become too lazy for anything else! I am in my own male version of PMS without the physical aspects, wherein I am moody, terribly bored with life and taking each day as a task best avoided. So I have no desire to write and I am doing so now purely out of a sense of duty or something vaguely similar!

I am a bit tired, of life in general. Dealing with life is a demanding task. Reminds me of a Freddie Mercury lyric,

I feel so emptied out and devoid of life right now that it is astounding how I manage to get up every morning and drag this lifeless self through another exacting day. Sometimes I get the feeling that life would be so much easier if I only believed that there was a supernatural being whom I could in some way hold responsible for my actions and my circumstances in life. But no, I have no such misconceptions. Unfortunately, I think. For if all that there is to life is Absurdity then it is insane to struggle so hard to stay sane.