some sundays

I woke up from some dream and realized my finger was still smeared with dried paint... like that of an ink mark when you vote... (I have spent most of last night... on flickr, twitter and my fb farms that I forgot... the last thing I posted was my flickrbday photo linked to all my sites... taglined "you can make a difference." With the wind swooshing every now and then... I scurried off to bed... lulled by the sound of it... ) It's still pretty early... considering I slept late. From the half forgotten dream, people I know run through my head... claiming clarity but never offering them... then the usual what ifs and whys ushered themselves in... but I was urged to write something and all those words sounded so good in my head so I got up and debated with myself a while... and gave in... and then... ppffftt... nothing. So, even if I wasn't meant to farm at farmtown and farmville... (because I don't have to harvest until tomorrow) or tweet or check flickr... I spent the last half hour or so doing just that... hoping some juice comes out... My usernames best describe me... the thinker, the sleepyhead and Eos, the goddess of dawn. I am a sleepyhead who wakes up at dawn to think... gets? More so lately... because no matter how late I sleep, I still wake a couple of hours after... wanting to write... but then.... ppffftt... nothing. Sometimes , I wish I can record all my thoughts in a USB and then just download them... but there's probably a virus that's deleting all of them before I can hit save. Darn! So before I go back to the level of that which I have to think of all the 'unthinkers' I know... and hate them all over again... I'll go back to sleep... and hopefully be up in time for the late morning mass... There, I'll ask the Big Guy for some great anti-virus stuff... best of all... He's the only one I know who's always works like He's on stealth mode but you get to see the smiley icon saying He's online...