It's alarming how little it takes to turn your whole day around. So little that you don't even know what hit you and dragged you down. And when you're overboard and bewildered you look up and see your own two-hours-ago self standing on the deck waving brightly at you..I was bright a mere two hours ago. And now I'm sinking like a corpse with a stone lashed to its feet. I'm too dead to play straight through my set list and its barely ten days to my gig. I'm too dead to even sit here and type like this..

I've felt lethargy before..but I've never felt this incapacitated by it. 
Please Universe, please don't let this happen on gig day. I've worked too long and too hard to let it fall apart for no reason. 

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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