Washing Machine Days

by Delilah

Just dropping by so that I dont permanently forget my wordpress password.

It feels like I’ve been spun in a washing machine these past few months.

In a good way though, with soap bubbles and all.

Most of the craziness I would attribute to work and related drama but still loving it all the same.

Why I havent been writing though is probably due to ‘digital fatigue’ as previously explained by Cerno.

These days I even prefer to leave my laptop in the car if I dont bring actual work home with me.

And unlike my old insomniac self who dawdled on the internets till the wee hours, this new Delilah is in bed by 10.30pm. Even on most weekends, much to the disgust of many a friend who try to understand what happened to the girl who kept everyone else awake all night.

See the thing is, I work out of Colombo and have to wake up at the crack of dawn to drive two hours to office in a sea of traffic. Then put in a full day off work and drive back for 2-3 hours. After spending nearly 5 hours on the road every single day I’m really too pooped for much else.

So the writing and socialising have both suffered obviously. Here’s apologizing for unreplied messages.

But I’ve been reading almost as much as usual and even have the audacity to occasionally be peeved when there arent enough new posts by other people on my favorite blogrolls.

Maybe I’ll stop whining and start writing again, soonish.