Succumbing

It's 3.30am in the morning, my eyelids are dropping, the words are swimming yet I continue staring at the computer screen. Why the heck am I doing this? I have no ready answer. Perhaps I can blame boredom, blame the stupid online virus scan that is taking ages (why is it that there's always a trojan found whenever I do a scan? I'm starting to believe that there's a conspiracy going on ard here), or perhaps, blame the frens I have who blog and asks me repeatedly to blog too, especially when pple (by whom I mean pple who blog, or as of now, fellow bloggers) learn that I write as R&R. Anyway, so here I am. I've succumbed to THE BLOG. You're now formally introduced to sheercrazyme. Whether I'll keep up with this, we'll see (shrug) but chances are...I might just completely forget and deny that I ever succumb to blogging even for only 1/2hr in the wee hours of the day. Or perhaps, this will just become a place where I post some scribblings and occasionally put in a poem or two for a laugh. Or perhaps, a space that provides me with a convenient excuse to put off everything else that I should be doing but don't want to. Who knows? Who cares anyway. *shrug*

That reminds me, I was taking stock of my frens who blog and realise I have an oriental damsel waiting for her knight and a wallflower, wonder whether there's any connections going on here or am I thinking too much? Very probably since it's late and I'm tired. But I suppose this is my introduction to the sentimental angsty poems that might occasionally grace this space, which really are just a personal space of mine where some parts of myself I dun usually show, being the alpha bitch career woman wannabe that I am, this is my momentary lapse of madness. You've been warned.

So there.