Self-obsession of a whole new (no longer cryptic) level; no comments
16.9.09
July 27 - 28, 2009 (Days 7787/8 - 7788/9)
There is only one thing worse than doing something efficiently which doesn't need to be done in the first place. And that is, doing something inefficiently which needs to be done.
A physically masculine life-form belonging to supposedly the most sapient of all known species, who has been rudely awoken from a deep hibernation and has found himself on the wrong side of twenty. A silver ray diffracted to the oblivious depths of the crimson ocean. A staunch advocate of Queen's English and hence, cannot bear the sacrilege committed on the language by chatters, messagers and even some bloggers. In the social sense, has been known to fluctuate between two personalities, from morosely saturnine to exuberantly loquacious, from superlatively outstanding to anticlimactically mediocre, from genius to idiotic..... Being a human and hence having self-obsession as a basic emotional need, pleads absolution in case the blog is found to be excessively egocentric, but then again changes his mind thereby eliminating any requirement for forgiveness.
