I'm slowly emerging from the sad shell of mourning for Nika. I'm spending lesser days and hours bawling my gut out in my room, and those vivid daydreams of him appearing in front of me are also slowly starting to fade. I guess we never really get over the passing of a loved one. You just learn to come to terms with reality and find ways to live with it.
I just hope I never forget his smell, his puppy face, and how it feels to cuddle him.
So I actually have my very first assignment due tomorrow/later today, and I'm only slightly over half way through my piece. I'm struck with the Journalist's Block, not that I'm much of a journalist, so you find me youtubing and blogging. Which should so not be the case since I still have 213 journalistic words to write.
Maybe I should vacuum my room to clear my head. Or not.
Ok fine, back to play journalist. Or mayb just 1 more time with Her Morning Elegance.
