there is....

a very thin line of difference between a job and joblessness, add to that sleep and watching TV...it becomes a mess and confuses the shit out of me. So I was jobless and my money was running out and I was generally weed-ing my way out of concern for a certain "career" or a certain "future". I even started writing a short based on my experience of joblessness. Could not complete it for the life of me, because errr I was jobless...anyhoo...it goes like this...

The sleep cycle.

Those days I was spending my jobless days by the window, smoking profusely and trying to ward off pigeons wanting to settle down in my room. My sleep cycle was fucked, though. I was fucked, hence. My days would start from late in the afternoon. I would wake up to make myself a gala lunch. Mostly I went with bread and eggs. I would somehow waltz through the whole evening spending quality time with Facebook notifications and wait for the night to begin. I would spend the entire night trying to sleep, would fail. By the time the birds started chirruping, I would wait for the horizon to get lighter. By the time the horizon got lighter, I would wait for the sun to rise. By the time the sun was up, my neighbours would also be up. Somehow, the neighbours’ early morning activities would loll me to deep sleep. I would sleep throughout the harsh hot October mornings with carpenters rocking it with their instruments against wood. Also, the pigeons would try and fight with me trying to find a place inside my room. But I would sleep through all of that.

Those days, I was broke. But I had mastered the art of spending money wisely. I would spend on sausages and cakes and books and the odd mp3 player now and then and cigarettes; lots of it. The above things being the only things I would include in my answer to “What would you wish for in a stranded island”, the only things I would not spend on were clothes and accessories and shoes and cosmetics and the likes.

and that is that.

I don't think i can blog anymore. or write a film script which I was taught in college. Sigh. I am going down the drain.

Oh, and i think i got a new job.