Monday, October 04, 2004

Ctrl+S

Control+S, Control+S, Control+S.

Even in my sleep, I'm typing endless reports now. Even as I type here, instinctively after each sentence, I press Cntl+S to save my work, lest the damn electricity should decide to ruin me and my work.

What is this obsession with Indian Dramas like Saas Bahu and the like? Mum and sis can't seem to miss a single episode, and the ones they watch must be watched with maximum volume regardless of the slave monkey with red eyes sitting in the corner typing away. gah, just pressed Cntrl+S again... This post may end up being posted multiple times.

There's something about familiarity now. Most people I see now, as Nome rightly observed, are the people I can't stand. It seems hard to believe that there was a time (birth to a month ago) when I was so ready to please I would do anything for anyone who asked me to. All they had to do was smile and say 'could you do this for me, if it's not too much trouble...?' and I'd bite, like that poor trout whose last thoughts are 'oooh, what a pretty shiny thing this is...'. Nowadays, thanks to overwork and relatively few rewards (If you're reading this A. G. Khalid, I shall slap you with a large trout soon). In fact, my temper, which was relatively under control for the past five years, has begun to re-rear its ugly head. So much so that I very nearly got into a full blown argument with aforementioned unfair teacher. I, who never so much as tells someone that their emergency is not necessarily mine nearly got into a shouting match. Talk about anger management issues. Ah well, back to reports.

Misha at Monday, October 04, 2004

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