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Today will not be a good day to die. Because everyone would know that I didn’t bother to shave my legs. That I still wore maternity shorts. That I hadn’t unloaded the dishwasher past sunset. Nor touched the dirty dishes. Dishes dirtied by frozen meals I’d burnt while produce rotted in the fridge. While cobwebs collected behind the children’s bed. The mountain of blankets on the bed that would sprout dust fountains when they bounced. Their bouncing off walls on an overdose of M&Ms they had for lunch. Walls fortressing me with stubborn bricks of fear. Fear of life, of death and the comatose in-between.
The Last Byte 
You make me feel oh so good NP. I don’t feel alone anymore. If this is what it comes to stall death, so be it.
If I’ve made you feel good, dear sukanyabora, that’s an even better reason not to die today
my 2000 piece jigsaw puzzle lies in a dusty corner. I wont sweep because i have not completed the puzzle, i have stopped working on it because it is too dusty. If you think about it, thats also a good reason to not give up on life today, i need to figure how to break out of this strange lockjaw kind of moment.
you are much braver than I am Sur. Sweeping up jigsaws is something I do too easily. Of course, I only stash them away in dark places and pretend that just because I can’t see them they don’t exist.
But I suppose life really is about hair-pulling frustrations that climax in all-too-short Aha! moments when the pieces fit perfectly and everything begins to make sense. Yup — for those split-second highs it is worth loosening up that stubborn jaw, in a slow-motioned Matrixy fight scene manner, and taking a chew out of the bullets that get fired our way.
But today would be a good day to blog, non?
When will it be a good day for u to start writing again??
Have u abandoned this blog? I wrote about u, here: breezermum.blogspot.in