I might just throttle someone if I don't ... ...

get myself out of this sinking feeling. Perhaps a little far too self-indulgent or naggingly procrastinating about endless issues, I've come to terms that this luxury of the idle isn't what I want for myself. As for the on-going search for what Nina calls, a "Falang" piece of accessory, I suppose delayed gratification makes life far more interesting.

By the way, this song makes everything a little less dire, don't you think so?