Of red eyes,tears and empty pages..

So spring semester has begun,so has a new year. The pomp, fanfare and trumpet roll is sadly lacking in my celebrations of this year's arrival.

Firstly an old friend of mine suddenly managed to offload her entire life and its associated problems on me..

Secondly my personal life has recently start to suck majorly, like think humongously.

Thirdly my new lab is nice but the worms i'm working with are probably giving me indigestion and my eyes will probably die on me very soon because of the glare of the stoopid microscope.

Also my blog. Sadly lacking new entries and such. My poetic inspirations, all story ideas have emerged,flowered and withered and died. In this entire life cycle not one event has been chronicled for posterity. So the epitaph of all my creative lives is a lonely white empty page. Every day I yearn to write or at least put down in words the sorry life of mine that is rumored to be stranger than fiction. but every day I walk home alone,look up at the sky and know that another day will pass in my life unwritten,unremembered,undone. Thus my present lingers and hopes that it will be immortalised in ink. Yet as the pages of my book turn...they remain empty. The innumerable drops in my ocean of work leaves no beach for my poetry to sunbathe in.

Here's to the lugubrious secretions of my lachrymal glands, the bloodshot hue of my optic nerves and the blank pages of my hectic life...CHEERS!!