..Dos..

Happy Birthday, Blog.

How

Did I manage to land myself in such a royal mess?

Mouthing off

So now I have to pay a late fee of 85 $ on top of an already inflated rent, for not having received my rent invoice for september, and after listening to very unfriendly customer support, which employs retired school teachers who lecture on and on about me not having paid rent without even waiting to let me talk about the fact that I have not even seen a glimpse of their invoice.

Bah!

Alice’s law of vacations

States that: The time required to get back on track after a vacation is directly proportinal to the time spent on the vacation.
It’s been 3 days already since I returned from the West Coast, and all I want to do is sleep. Never mind that I am going back in a month, never mind that I have a hundred thousand things to do before that, never mind that the people-who-matter at work have suddenly overloaded me with work. Never mind that I was fresh and dewy during the trip, never (well, almost never) feeling tired. All I want to do right now is crash into bed. I am reminded of some Disney Cartoon, I think Donald duck, in which he tries hard to get some sleep and fails and roams like a zombie for days on end. That’s me now, functioning on a deficit of sleep.

Unsurprisingly, the song I have TOM is Guru’s

               Jaage hain der tak hume, kuch der sone do;

               thodisi raat aur hain, subah to hone do.

Quick and dirty

Las Vegas failed to impress. San Francisco more than made up for it.

P.S. ‘O’ by Cirque Du Soleil. Super-awesome.