I waltzed with death for the third time last month. A third encounter seems too much for a single lifetime but the fact that I am here today proves something. I know all her moves now, but oh she's a tricky one.
I have been reading an unhealthy dose of poetry lately... just anything to keep my mind off sickness. I took up my pencil after a long, long time and made a few sketches. Sometimes drawing is the only thing that prevents me from going mad.
This is my humble tribute to the master artist Vincent van Gogh.
"I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement,
and I will go on with my drawing."
— Vincent Van Gogh
Ok, don't judge. It was fulfilling. The best thing about being single is that when you're hungry (and lazy), and it is half past midnight, dinner is always just three minutes away. Now, this may look like a promotional advertisement for Heinz, but it is not. No, sir. I'm not trying to pull an Andy Warhol here. But be that as it may, this baby saved my life last night and it deserves a praise and place on my blog. And yeah, the egg was my idea.