The art of stoning

This is an art, that you can only pick up from fam med posting... The best part is you don't have to do anything, just sit still and keep your eyes wide open (if you are able to do so). You body is there, but the mind has gone to a galaxy far far away. It's an art that only practice makes perfect, and a skill that's not that hard to pick up.

This was what i've been doing ALL DAY LONG. What else could have been better when i had my stoning partner with me, ky. It made life much better, at least we had a few laughs in between. Today we finally combined 2 groups into 1 big group. Wow, looks like both the groups were from different worlds; 1 sooooooo freaking serious, the other so 'FEI'!!! Looks like after the 4 weeks of segregation, everyone decided to stay among their own groups.

Sunday blues has come and gone... Not that bad. Even my dog goes through this phase. Ted gets pretty moody on sunday mornings, knowing very well that i'll be leaving him that evening. He goes on the day by walking aimlessly in and out of my bedroom, no response when his name is called. He goes on the whole day, staring at all my moves, just waiting for the moment i start loading my car...