Just noticed that I have not blogged for a day or two - and that is good because I had nothing to blog about. The past two days had been good. I was busy with work and I did not think or try to think too much. There were the occasional SMSes from her - here and there - but by and large I am going on with my routine. The other reason that there is nothing to blog about because everything has fallen into place, into a routine so repeatable that it is not worth to write about. Maybe the weekend will stir up something but for now, I am happy with what I have. She can do whatever she wanted, there is nothing I can do about it but I can do what I want. This is life. Am I on the my own road to freedom or am I still still dreaming?