The Battle

It has been quite a weird few days. First there was this list of things that I am supposed to do everyday. Theoretically the list is long enough to keep me more than occupied, it is supposed to overwhelm me in my daily excursions. So far, I am proud to report that the items have come up to 13 and with a foul and a miss here and there I am anything but overwhelmed. As time goes by my hand is getting steady at what I do and the time required per task is drastically coming down which will lead me to multi-taksing and henceforth the abysmal demise of this charade. Until the fall I walk in grace, or so it seems.
I must add more tasks to my daily list. I have suddenly and without cause lost the ability to come up with new ideas. I could certainly do with half a dozen more, easily. It as at times like these one feels the need for an adequate companion. Why isn't everyone so lucky as Dr. Who or as wise as him for that matter. The other thing that we must delve the vast recesses of our collective consciousness is for a theme, idea or inspiration for a photograph. My vision seems to be stuck at what I literally see in front of me. I, for the life of me, can not fathom any grievous attempts. I don't understand, what seems to be the matter? I have also resorted to drinking my tea without sugar and I must inform you Mr. Fry it is not whatsoever at al better that tea with sugar. Perhaps it has to do something with the tea bags, perhaps it is inherent in the fact that sugar really is good. I will never know because my mind is tangled elsewhere.
I am looking, my mother is looking. We don't see eye to eye. I hope one of us finds what we are looking for soon. It will inevitably lead to the demise of the other's plan. There is a premonition of a battle somewhere in my mind. I can swear that I heard war cries when I woke up in the middle of last night. I remember looking around for anything to comfort me. I felt around in the dark, nothing. I thought maybe if things were different, if some other soul lay beside me I would reach out and find solace. To my abject despair the hollow emanating from within me resonated the wails of despair. Nothing, it seems can stop the imminent clash.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

It has been quite a while since I have done this. There are a few words resounding in my head at this time. Placebo. Control. Denomination. Then there is this very faint very persistent head ache, at the very back end of my head. I can't put my finger to the cause of it exactly but I can feel it somehow. I'm a bit hungry. The 12 things a day are going pretty well. I saw 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. There is no perfect time to watch it for the first time. Just start watching it and time becomes light :)