Creeping Headache

I’ve been blogging since this afternoon, taking a piss once in a while to masquerade as a break. No surprise then thats as of 5 minutes ago the creeping sensation of a headache has now morphed into a full blown migraine. I really should have stepped away from the computer for a couple of hours when I first noticed the signs but somehow I just couldn’t do it. I guess this is my way of making up for the time when I will no longer be able to do the kind of madness that I’ve been doing for the past few months.

Yep, unfortunately, I will no longer be able to tend to my garden of blogs starting well, next month when I again surrender to the call of money and prestige. I tell ya, corporate slavery is an affliction and making money the usual way is an incurable addiction. True I could have made money on my own just sitting on my ass the entire day and just bang away at the keyboard but somehow, it felt kinda lonely. I am already alone in this part of this universe and to spend the rest of my days basking in my computer’s glare and talking only to the demons inside my head is something that I can’t do forever. No matter how comfortable I am at being alone, it seems I am still a social animal and would require several avenues for contact to feed my subconscious beast. The SO’s visits, although increased in frequency, were still not enough to quench my thirst for banter, for interaction with creatures of the same species.

So creeping headaches aside, I think I’ll continue to blog and surf and read the things that I read online until the first fingernail of the sun start scratching my heavily draped windows. That’s the only time when I know I should stop.

As an aside, it’s funny how certain words bring to mind memories of things that have affected us greatly in the past. Take the word masquerade for example. There was this girl during my early years who would suddenly burst into song whenever she felt a certain kind of feeling. Not that I know the specifics for her bursting out so suddenly but I do know that she always sings the first few words of this wonderful song. I was heavily infatuated with that girl, truth be told, but it wasn’t something that I pursued seriously knowing that I have already chained myself to a rock that now resides in the bottom of the ocean– something that I can no longer break away from nor did I ever entertain any thoughts of breaking away. Heh.