Recently I did a post on wanting some me time and left a few 'me time' comments on a blogpost on Blogcritics.org by Dawn Olsen which I will talk about tomorrow since its middle of the night and I really should not be up after travelling in a smelly van for over six hours...okay I just lost my own thought!

Not really...to get back to the initial point I was making -my whining about 'me time' didnt make me feel better...I still felt that I was missing something....its wasnt 'me time' that I wanted but something else...what the hell was it?

And then at exaclty midnight my RSS feed gave me a quote that said it all:

"Idleness is not doing nothing. Idleness is being free to do anything."

- Floyd Dell

I didnt want time to do something for myself I wanted time to stare at the ceiling and let wheels of my mind rust, my body become lathargic and just be still for a while. I would have the choice to make use of the time but I would just let those hours tick by ever so silently

Yeah I know I can be still when I die. Parita is due for her shots tomorrow and my asstr readers are clamouring for the next Chapter of Cupid's Kiss and another lot of characters have taken over my mind and want to be penned.

Yup, sweet relief will only descend when I am lying stone cold in a pyre of sandle wood (I know...not envirornmentally conscious of me but dont take me to literally just playing with words to hold your attention as James Frey would say)