My blog looks so forlorn without any updates, so here is something I dug out from 2004, I think. I'm happy to report I haven't felt this way in ages, in fact my mood these days is just the opposite. I'm busy devouring my latest book buys and as soon as I manage to put them down I will try and post something new. Till then...sorry...but don't give up on me just yet!

Regret is one of the things I'm most afraid of. It's a sick, helpless feeling and something I've always wanted to stay clear of. Now I find myself being swallowed up by it much against my will. Why is it that when things don't work out I find myself regretting the past? Why do I find myself wishing I hadn't been so impulsive, hadn't been so impatient to find out what tomorrow would bring. Why did I always think that today was something I could always come back to like an unfinished book or a half-eaten sandwich. Then suddenly there were no more todays, only tomorrows that became yesterdays too soon. I feel the same now. Not only have I fired shots in the dark, it turns out I have fired blank shots in the dark. And regret is creeping up on me, slimy and slick. Like a goddamn snake. The other thing I fear so much. I hate it when I have to watch two separate halves of me fight. You should have, you shouldn't fuckin have... And I don't know if I'll ever be as good as I want to be, if I'll ever be as good as I could have. If only I had let myself find out. If only I can let go of this feeling...And so the fight continues. I just wish we could bury the damn hatchet over this. I want to be able to smile and think, "There'll always be more mushrooms to pick." Or more importantly, "There'll always be different mushrooms to pick." I'm going now to look for Vanilla Coke, hush up my fighting selves and watch a crappy Hindi movie.

I'm happier to report that now I don't even remember what I was regretting so much!