weekdays. work. meh.

the strangest of things happen when you are all set to enjoy a lazy day.

so i finished all chores, walking the dog, etc etc by 10.30 in the morning. and i took the liberty of goin to the parlour and getting my feet scrubbed and back home. loong bath. and i was all set to curl up with the remote and watch reruns of some stupid tv thingie. and the calls started.

and thus ends my hopes of watching desperate housewives reruns or whatever the fuck they show on tv at 12 in the morning.

so till now, my posts were about how bad i want a job. now i seem to be swapmed with work. and its not a great thing to be drowning in. since i was a kid, i’ve ALWAYS gotten what i’ve wanted. surprise! surprise! but now, it doesn’t feel that great anymore. not that i’m complaining. but i just wonder what will happen when it all stops…

me=grandoldcynic. haha.

so now, back to the day.

warm and humid. i somehow feel less pity for an egg in a pressure cooker and metaphors of that sort. i feel positively unhappy when i step out each afternoon and grudingly plod towards office hating the sun in my eyes and sweat beads on my forehead. ugh.

i think i like twitter. it makes me stop ranting after a few odd words. blogs should have wordlimits too. the pressure that mounts trying to come up with a slightly sane post after work is rather bleh.

plus. i crave alcohol. copious amounts of it.