Question to no one in particular:

Which do you prefer? A chronicle taping about my insignificant life in the barest flesh? Or a fictionalised taping of my life in its faked exciting moments?

My wild imaginations, lost in the wilderness during the weeks I was too busy living life to the fullest has come back to me. Which means:

1. I am back to my old moody self..
2. My relationship is going to go back to its quarrelsome nature
3. My brain is in working order...
4. My nightmares are about to make their return journey...
5. Work has to begin...

Is this good or bad?   ¶ 01:58