A common Friday, not bad enough to be tragic, not funny enough to be comic, not good enough to be happy, not unproductive enough to be a total waste of time. Every method of human contact can be used to thwart real communication, which is the best way to lie without really lying. An advice I gave, too conspicuous, too rational. I know it's going to be rejected. Why bother to give it then? Just to rid myself of guilt later on of not helping the best way I can. Or do I have other motives that I wouldn't admit I have? Let's hope you never wake up from the wishful. That's a luxury your life's twists and turns refuse to give you. That's a deceptive knot your experiences can't stop to unravel. It's October-- all kinds of phantoms and ghosts come out to play in our mind, messing up our reality.