You are my ghost as much as I am yours. Sinks...

It is 5 in the morning. I have brought my two bitches up on the bed. One sleeping in my foot and the other's smelly butt in my face. I am getting a little more allergic to their fur as I grow older. Sigh. Went to get myself a double quarter pounder today at nex. Just to pamper my craving for a burger. Got myself excited seeing the hoarding board for burger king at nex. I would be glad to customise a triple whopper like the one I had in Germany. Thought I had a pretty happy little surprise for the day. Then all hell breaks loose. :( I blame myself for being observant in details. It is an occupational hazard. I can glance ard and pick up objects of interest (or things that I know that ppl I care about like) in a matter of seconds. A series of gor juss print bag, just like one of those harrods bag. A small collection. Damn, the floodgate of thoughts opens and rushes back. It was just absurd, I got so bloody excited that I think I actually blushed, but it tore me apart knowing that I will not be able to give it to you. And here I am at 5 in the morning, thinking of how to pack the bag up with presents to give to you. I linger along the boundaries of (in)sanity, only to realise that your shadow lurks behind mine as I tries to be yours. I failed myself. :( B