"If you cross the line, your nuts are mine"....says Starsky. Iam sure you don't wish to learn more about him. Yeah..you thought right, he indeed is a nutty character. So yesterdy night I had this weird collage of dreams roaming around in my idleness-hater brain. Even though I don't remember much from that episode, all I remember is that my "How do I feel?" indicator showed red. So what could my dreams probably be?..I'd rather use the word possibly.....probably is a nightmarish word which reminds me of the days when I used to go on dates with probability and calculus. Well, I surely don't wish to drag you into these numeral barbwires. Winter has set in and I feel numb. Not the Linkin Park kind of numb, but more on the biological side. Everytime I set to write for this unread blog, I wonder what am I going to write? I look outside my window and I see the spooky tree, that scares the droppings out of me. Although in day light it looks saintly. I look everywhere for clues, or hints...well I can't get my brains to churn ideas early in the morning you see...so finally, I do the best I do. I look in the mirror for sometime and comeback, sit on my seat and just go. Just let my finger tips and nerve endings do the talking and thinking. And after ten minutes or near about typing extravaganza, I end up with this...my state of mind at this given moment.