An hour ago a good friend ' S' was talking to me about this phenomenon called the Midnight Blah! (Now don't Google search, you may land in a thatch of no hay.) It is what happens to you sometime late after midnight, after you have played several games of Angry Birds, read the funnies and the news in many a e-papers, glanced through a few blogs, of course stalked each of those hot faces on Facebook, scanned your instant messenger and done everything possible to keep yourself occupied in the marked absence of real world. Today, one of many such nights, writer that I claim to be, I am venting my angst against boredom by writing about it. Please forgive me. To this you would be happy to hear, the friends i was praising yesterday, one of them said I should write anonymously because I am not fit to live and write simultaneously in this world. Like, I never knew that! There is something tragic about boredom. I mean, there ...
for she rants in exasperation of her highly myriad mind which knows no end to being obnoxious. And she won't shut up about it.