For almost 2 months now, this has been my weekday after-work routine. After a good 12 hours of daylight sucked away, I come home, and find myself parked in front of the computer, itunes turned on, music playing, going through scripts. The beads of sand don't stop running down the hourglass. I have started buying lottery tickets on Wednesdays, praying that Lady Luck might be so kind and offer me a way out of bondage.
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
There must be some way out of this.

For almost 2 months now, this has been my weekday after-work routine. After a good 12 hours of daylight sucked away, I come home, and find myself parked in front of the computer, itunes turned on, music playing, going through scripts. The beads of sand don't stop running down the hourglass. I have started buying lottery tickets on Wednesdays, praying that Lady Luck might be so kind and offer me a way out of bondage.
For almost 2 months now, this has been my weekday after-work routine. After a good 12 hours of daylight sucked away, I come home, and find myself parked in front of the computer, itunes turned on, music playing, going through scripts. The beads of sand don't stop running down the hourglass. I have started buying lottery tickets on Wednesdays, praying that Lady Luck might be so kind and offer me a way out of bondage.
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