I decided to let my weary mind off for the evening, and enjoy the hand to eye coordination necessary to turn out a blog sans the mind. I'm even allowing myself to believe the wacky excuse I made up earlier that while habitual stupidity is both a cause and symptom of the degeneration of our thought faculties, and this is scientifically proven, an actual yellowing of dark hair, a night of mindlessness will, in contrast, allow one's braincells to recuperate and to multiply... hehehe, especially when those cells don't have the benefit of sufficient sleep to heal them. Fact is, I already had something with enough depth to blog about. Unfortunately there are days when it seems as if my brain has a mind of it's own (imagine that), a mind which seems to have very strong ideas about 'The Rights of Bodily Organs Labor Code', particularly the section about vacation leaves though I probably ought to argue that my brain is more muscle than organ considering the means it uses to get its way.

On a more serious note (aha, is this a flicker of brain activity I detect?), I have to say for the record that besides 'I love you.', among the sweetest words a person can ever hear are the words 'I'm sorry.', and i'm not talking about an apology made for the sake of it but rather a sorry which comes from understanding, an added perk is that it was made out of love. It is all the more cherished when you know how difficult apologies are to come by from this person. Among those in the world who I think highly of and regard with the greatest of respect and admiration are those who can not just admit to their mistakes, but who can make ammends for them.

So thank you and again, for the record, because you were sorry, nothing's to forgive.

Besides, since the time of your first 'I love you.', a lifetime's worth of forgiveness was already yours to do with as you pleased, so technically, your sorry wasn't necessary, still, it was nice to hear.