Sundays SUCK! If I had my way, I would just scrap it off the calender. They're a wastage of my existence. I get up late, which is unlike me. I putt off my bath till as late as I can, which is also unlike me. I plan the things I need to do and never succeed.
Bah! A Fucking Useless Day.
Not to forget how I find unusual levels of love for the television set. Since morning I have watched :
1) Friends
2) Dexte
3) Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham
4) Sholay
5) MTV (obviously!)
Now watching : Wake Up Sid.
I love that movie. It's almost aspirational. I would kill to have a pad in Mumbai a la Konkana Sen (in the movie).
I have assignments pending, unmet commitments, University finals in exactly a month's time.
And what am I doing?
Sitting in front of the damn TV set, eating cheese-burst pizza, day dreaming about Mumbai and procrastinating anything and everything that's work.
D-o-o-m-s-d-a-y.
I blame Sundays for my miseries.
Bitches, them all!
I blame Sundays for my miseries.
Bitches, them all!
