Guess who's back. Back again.
As she sinks under a blanket everything falls into right place again. The hot tea is there to sooth her soar throat, blanket prevents her from cold, a book which she most likely won't read anyway is lying just next to the coffee cup on the side table, laptop is ready to provide entertainment. Everything in the right place, available if she only reaches out for it. Ah, great, let's light a cigare.. Damn it! Cigarettes are finished. It's cold outside. It's dark. She knows it very well that she shouldn't be smoking but oh well, let's just put sweatpants on and run downstairs to get a pack of Camels. I haven't been writing for a long time now. I mean, I have been but it's all in my notebooks. Recently and on several occassions people have been asking me if I'm still writing. Some said they miss my blog, some got to read it long time after I stopped with it and tell me that they had a blast reading it. Some still have no idea I'm writing. I a...