I’ve said this before, but Saturday’s are really full of ‘bustle’. Everybody seems glad to have a couple of day’s off work; and they sure
Well, its Sunday again and it bought the usual senses of quietness along with it. Its still light, though in half an hour or so,
Don’t really like Sundays. Not because its supposed to be religious day, but because of the ‘slow monotony’ of everything. I guess its not so
I’ve said this before, but Saturday’s are really full of ‘bustle’. Everybody seems glad to have a couple of day’s off work; and they sure
Well, its Sunday again and it bought the usual senses of quietness along with it. Its still light, though in half an hour or so,
Don’t really like Sundays. Not because its supposed to be religious day, but because of the ‘slow monotony’ of everything. I guess its not so
A flashback to one of David’s comedic, profound or quizzical blog entries. Dive into the archives to find more gems.
Well, its late. 12.20 to be precise (12.20 am, that is). It might seem late for a lot of people, but not really for me.
