abridged to naught

Yet another day in the series of mind-numbing ennui has passed, and with it, any hope of galvanizing my flagging fortunes with the blog with a post worthy of not being tossed into the garbage. In a desperate attempt to maintain a roseate outlook, however, i will hope tomorrow shall be a day of vicissitudes and i shall rise like a phoenix only to prolly discover that i am allergic to the ashes iv risen from.
seriously , i shud chuck this lame pretense of optimism.