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Back to Blogspot for the moment

For all those 2 people who actually saw this tumblog and care to know where I have disappeared to, I’ve kinda moved back to my original Blogspot. Yes, the experiment didn’t last too long eh. (Yes, I am impatient and fickle-minded).

A few reasons: I felt like I was writing to a wall here as people couldn’t interact with me unless they mailed me. There was no way of me seeing if anybody was visiting here at all (ie no Google Analytics) — so I felt alone and my need for attention from my random blurbing wasn’t being fulfilled; besides, everything you can do on Tumblr, you can do on Blogspot and I feel more at home there.

So yeah, check me out at www.abhamalpani.blogspot.com! PLEASE! :))

Down, but don’t know why

I hate it when I feel low but have no reason to be so.

Since last week, my life has been crazy. Worked at an event in Barcelona, have been writing a lot, teaching a lot, and trying to keep my social life in some action.

I’m good at making time for things I want to do, people I want to see; so no complaints there. But all this has left me exhausted. I’m also feeling a bit lost, empty and surprisingly, alone. Again, for no good reason.

I think, the event of living life to the fullest, on your terms, ironically takes its toll. I have not wasted time for a long time. But I feel tired, unhealthy and yeah, empty.

I can’t remember the last time I sat down at peace to drink some coffee and read the paper. It’s like, because you don’t have a real job, you are not permitted to enjoy that glory. When infact, it’s the contrary.

All of a sudden I feel spent. Very spent. I ate Burger King last night for goodness sake, and couldn’t even finish it. I haven’t had much of an appetite for a few days now.

I did go for a long run this morning though. That was great.  

The only thing I can think of that might snap me out of this ridiculous state I’m in right now, is dancing. I haven’t been dancing for 2-weeks now — and really that’s all I want to do.

I always say that I’m an annoying wreck when I don’t go dancing, but I don’t really mean it. But maybe that’s what it is. Yikes.

By the way, is anyone reading this? Or should I move back to my blogspot?