i blog, i tweet. i talk.
in desperate situations, i even write my diary.
or tweet into my office notebook, 140 characters at a time.
i don't know when this happened to me, or why. but if i think of something, i have to do something about it. say it, write it, note it down for future reference, email it to myself. and occasionally, act upon it.
the only way i can survive when i have a thought on my mind that i can't express due to lack of a medium, is to sleep. or listen to music.
ps: and i finally realized why this post seems so familiar. i wrote almost the same thing 20 days ago.
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