The Unruled Notebook

I am blinking vigorously. My eyes are turned inside out. A wave of claustrophobia closes in on me. I haven’t blogged for so long and as you see, I feel super dramatic about it. Pardon my superficiality, will you? So, what have I been up to? All I was doing during my hiatus was being ‘classic’. An overpowering sense of laziness had me possessed and I am resolute to break free from it. Classic! Would you believe me if I said I wanted to write every day in December 2014 and I ended up writing only on December the first and then, now. Classic! I have been bragging to myself about what a wonderful year it was. Classic! Tried licking off (with my fingers, of course) the leftover pasta sauce from a non-stick pan and I ended up smelling toxins for a week . Classic??? Nay! I have been trying to buy a good folder pouch to hold my coins collection. Yes, I am a numismatist! Pretty Classic huh?! #Brag-o-phobia Too much visual effects buzz me off, I hated the trailer of...

  Alan was roused out of his sleep at nine ‘o’clock in the morning to find his room full of Mr. Robert. Robert was there in a nightdress, in his soiled trousers. Robert was there, humming softly in a brown polka-dotted gown. Alisha thrust a newspaper at Alan, as he sat up blinking. He took the paper, and the first thing that met his sleepy eye was this:    BUMPER STRIKES AGAIN   MINE WORKER WINS $40,000 His name accentuated at him from the printed page and with it, came a rolling drop of tear. Robert is the man he owes a 20,000$.