I want time to fly...

...and for it to be tomorrow already. I hate the air of anticipation that hangs like a gloomy fog all over my favourite workday. I dont know how it will end, it always ends past 8 pm if I'm lucky and past 11 pm if I'm not. I remember being so excited about travelling to Hyd that I ended up having to deal with an 11:30 pm getting out of office and getting home to pack as I was leaving for the airport early the next day. Anywayz...

Everytime I decide that the field I'm in is the best one for me, it just loves giving me little shocks that take me back to wanting to try out publishing/being a full-time writer of fiction or whatever else it is I wanna write about. I basically have a passion for books, for well-written prose that is visual in its way, of hanging on to words that form a ladder into a person's soul...all that jazz. It gives me a high that my current line of work can never do. Although I'm aware that I dont have enough knowledge in either field, I have a passion centred around the one that I'm too scared to go for. And go I must...if I want to do something good for me and make it into a place that I wont ever want to leave.

I want time to take me there...to the place where I can belong better than where I do right now.