I took a detour on my way to work today. No hurry to get to the blogosphere, or my morning dose of caffeine, or yes, work. Parked my ass in front of the morning sea, and smoked me a cigarette with VOA on the radio. The music wasn't repetitive 99.7 Kuwait radio bullsh*t, but I need to look for my little IPOD shuffle in all of my bags and pockets of random pairs of my jeans. I'm just hoping it hasn't been laundered. Anyways, by the sea. Wondering how all these people over there made money if they could come chill on this promenade early in the morning. Probably made redundant recently, I think. Looking to the sea for escape.
I steadied my mind, and let my thoughts shut the hell up. It was nice for some few minutes before I got bored. My mind drifted to one of my current lexulous games and that moment of freedom was gone, baby, gone. Left the beach, hit the 6th ring road to work and became a drone again.
Okay, I stopped being a drone somewhere around half an hour ago, and decided to go through one of my cabinets for forgotten jewels. I found a set of jinga (do you call them a set or a box?), a shockingly ugly bag as a gift from one of my tasteless yet thoughtful coleagues and a book my ex gave me about a year ago. I think it ranks as one of the best gifts I ever received. Its just nice to bump into it again, a flood of memories and another reason to go stalk a beach and reminisce.
Anyways, its the weekend. So I'm going to go off and tra la la.