On Space, Questions, Star Trek, and Facebook.

An entry from one of my Facebook friends. =)

Dawn of Questions

I watched Friday night pass by sitting in the office with the resplendent lambency of the computer screen. Pathetic, poor, and wetched I am, I thought.

‘Waiting for my boss’ call from the States,’ I reasoned. Genuinely, I am excruciating and restlessly bored to complete my eight hours of required work time. I should know better, my head aches.

It is three hours pass twelve midnight, fourth day of the fourth month of the ninth year since the 2nd millennium.

Fourteen hours ago, I left for work. I was in the lurch from my call tie by 2 hours already.

Nine hours ago, a friend came by the cave. Batman was on a mission, later aborted to his regrets.

Four hours ago, the cave is empty when the bat is back.

Now, i am watching Barack from France. What the hell.

Now, i am drifting into the sea of obscurity. I could have been out there. In the company of great old friends and fresh acquaintances, I should have gone.

What happened to me?

If time is too precious to waste, why can I not escape this nothingness?

Damn.