After a day of spoilt plans I spend the rest of the day chatting away to glory with one of my friend making a life time deal in de process. After he logs out I still refuse to go off-line and spend some more time with my lappie playing solitaire and straining my eyes. I start feeling guilty for having done noting productive and I decide to read. I take up this boring novel which is part of my syllabus and get myself more bugged. And so I change the book and read a essay instead and while doing so my mind starts to ramble in all directions and I think about writing my first blog entry for a profile which I had created weeks back since every friend of mine had their blog and I wanted to follow it.
And so I create my first blog entry writing about the process of how I started to write. I think about all possible things that I can write about but I mention none of those in the entry.