My dear friends,

I am freaking out. This panic attack is caused by years of procrastination, disorder, and confusion. What have things come to? Unorganized files, papers, writings – they are all disconnect, they all remind a reason. A reason for their being. A thought. An old seminar. A brilliant idea never followed through.

You are now reading the mindless rant of a pathetic PhD student who has come to some realizations of life, of progress, and time. Stop now, and spare yourself your own time. This is a rant to this person’s own ego.

I am freaking out. I am in a point in life where I must begin spending my beautiful weekends home or in office working. I need to shut down. And this is freaking me out.

And so I apologize now. For not being there. For not coming out to play. For not being the fun me. For disappearing. I need to do this, to move on. A move I may have taken just a bit too late…

There is nothing as late some of you may say, and even as I write this down I am calming down. This is called self-therapy. Thanks to all the geeks that have given us the power of blogging (I am serious, and the word geek here is not an insult – I wish I was more of a geek – well, come to think of it, I guess I am).

Back to the point –
I’ve decided to retreat to recover my thoughts, my work, and my future. I’ll be gone for a bit. And please don’t despise me if I don’t call. I will be following every event, and my heart will be there, with the dance, with the fun, with that powerful energy of life.

One last advice – I have failed this, and now I suffer.
Organize as you go…

Not to freak out.