Anion

THAT'S HOW I FEEL right now. Like a negatively charged atom. Anxious, pertubed, distressed, restless, upset, apprehensive. Noisy thoughts.

Maybe it's caffeine (back into the bad habit...) Maybe it's being out of school. Maybe it's boredom. Maybe it's about getting old, or getting fat, or both. Maybe.

Restlessness begets sleeplessness. At the background, a song plays, ironically mouthing "no melody can seem to soothe my mind..." And so here I am, typing away while the household settles into slumberland. It's blogging, or trying to hike my Bejewelled 2 score to 700K+, or reach level 8, whichever comes first.

In a few hours I will (hopefully) wake up once more to The Corrs singing Breathless from my phone, announcing that it's 6 am, time to get up and switch to kitchenmaid mode.

Tomorrow is another day. For now, anion I am.

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Why AnneThology?

Anthology means a collection of poems, short stories, plays, songs, or excerpts. My name is Anne, and this blog contains a collection of my thoughts, musings and writings (poems, short stories), some songs I like, plus a sprinkling of excerpts I find worth sharing --hence, AnneThology.

Did you know?

Anthology derives from the Greek word ἀνθολογία (anthologia; literally “flower-gathering”) for garland — or bouquet of flowers — which was the title of the earliest surviving anthology, assembled by Meleager of Gadara.

Look, what I have -- these are all for you.