Thoughts of the Day

I've got a hunch. And it is not a good one. Yet I am not so sure. I had a belief and then it was shattered by a phone call. Weird. Why do I write like this? Prithee, could it be that mine eyes hath cloud me so? Mine heart hath deceived the eyes? I doth know that I misseth thee...

That's what you get after reading David Eddings' too much. I like the term anakha, though. The one without destiny. It suits me very much.