12: 20 AM
|I Don't Even Like This Cat.|
It’s quite funny when you are really desperate for distractions there seem to be nothing around.
No exasperating brothers and dynamic parents.
No yummy food in the fridge to release gluttonous, jovial hormones.
No season 11 of Friends. How much I miss my virtual BFFs and the love of my life, Chandler Bing!
No interesting eBooks to imprison the mind.
No Feel-good movies.
No OPDs where you can take your frustrations out by extracting a tooth. (Or get more frustrated by failing to).
No mind-numbing, early morning lectures which very effectively awaken the zombie in me.
No assignment and test to make me undergo procrastination.
No catchy songs I can perform bhangra to.
No bodies to hide. Who should I kill next? Hmm.
It’s just my dying laptop, WordPad and me. (Yes, not even Microsoft office 2007, it bitches about the key all the time).
And it’s Sunday tomorrow, the day I am not friends with.
I shall post the bitter post on my blog when disloyal internet works. A whiny post is a great post to revive your dead blog. Okay, too much usage of the word ‘post’.
Who knows when we meet again? Till then, farewell.