Unsent Letters and the Sun

Unsent letters : Mine were mostly of rage that I didn't want to articulate because it would have consequences. Then I would rip then. So I don't have any unsent. Have unsent Eid cards though. A birthday card- which by the time the birthday came round the way I felt had changed so didn't send. A lot of letters I would like to write and send but because there will be no outcome I cannot bother myself too. Am child of true incentive driven lifestyle:D

Snagged the latter half of a movie on medical missions near Khartoum and the genocide begotten of oil company greed through local warlordism. Methinkums that interactive policy making is a lot of hoo-ha and should be discouraged if anything in palces where the government rolls back, is weak, the whole simplistic idea of civil society (much in contrast to Gramsci's definition of it) is non-existent because then the third sphere business intersts take over decision making and policies are not solutions to problem but represent rhetoric for the public and results for the interest groups.

Spent the day on the grass in the sun finally with the girls, imbimbing the warmth like a fruitrollup drink. The trees were glinting yellow, green all of them rustling away. Went from punch drunk laughter and lolling over grass to hanging heads in sun pondering over comparative lack of self-assuredness, all in reaction to the mention of that brand of female for whom women do not exist, only men do. Good luck to them if they end up working under a female boss. By end of reverie, shoes were on one side, shawls strewn over grassy carpet and romp in the "enchanted green" all too visible on sweaters and jeans.

The faculty of thinking often paralyzes some guys into inaction. Wuss.

I am intoxicated with the idea of a sleep on my pink checkered rug in front of the heater. Going to sneak peek in office and then fly to the room. Coffee, cream, croissants, butter, chocclay, cocoa crunch- my mad hatter fare awaits me.