I more or less passed the whole of today in isolation..in the sense that, other than talking to people in my family, I haven't exactly communicated with anyone, no msn, no smses or anything..which is quite amazing..considering how I myself know that I'm someone who can't stand being alone. But somehow today was surprisingly easy..especially with a whole stack of bio notes and blank pieces of paper that are supposed to magically transform into an econs essay..and a lot of procrastination of course. But I guess I managed to achieve most of my aims for this weekend..get my rest back, and try to face/sort out my thoughts..well..kind of.

But I guess everybody needs some time alone every now and then, to spend with his guitar. Which reminds me of my acoustic..I'm currently guitarless because my guitar is being serviced =( I brought it along when I went string shopping to see if I could get them to restring it for me since I felt lazy. They checked my guitar before restringing and found out that my guitar neck was warped D= which explained the high action and how hard it was getting to play..at least the problem was discovered, but that means that I have to wait for at least a week before I get it back. Even though my acoustic is usually at home while I'm in boarding school..it still feels weird knowing that it isn't with me anymore.

Went to visit my grandfather again today, and I couldn't help but have that same feeling of helplessness, there's so much that I want to do, but it'll be plain weird if I do any of it, especially since he can't remember me anymore. If I were still a small kid, I would just do whatever I want for him without considering any of this..sigh. And I can't help but feel worried for my family, especially with all the health problems arising, it makes it worse that I'm not at home for most of the week too. Though, I make it a point not to show my worry, especially if it means making my parents worry too, which is the last thing I would want happening.

Monday please pass quickly.

darren
But this charade is never going to last,
So pick the poison and pour yourself a glass.