Back from Nothingness

Dame Neith urged me to continue to write.
Yeah. Seems to be a pretty idea. Since I've just read that we must practice our brain or it will suffer athropy.
Hmmmm. Seems I'm nearing that stage. And this a good form of neurosize. Brain exercise. I think it's just a made up word.
Seeing the last few weeks of my existence, I could say that I could give sloth a new meaning.
I spent my past weeks staring at my monitor. No. I wasn't reading my mails. And if I was, it won't take me the whole bleeding day. Because no one writes to me. And if they do, I dont reply back.
Because I dont read forwarded messages!
And I found out that I have two blogspot.
And no, I'm not gonna link it here.

tragedically alive