I cannot begin to imagine what life must be like for an unemployed person, even if the unemployment is self-imposed. Since I was five, I've had to wake up early, in most cases voluntarily, as on Sundays to catch the satisfying fat lump of newspapers that arrived with a dull thud as it smashed into my balcony doors. It's been three days now, of this routine that is semi-idyllic and lazy as hell and I'm tired of it already. Can't wait for Thursday, when I have to wake up at seven again and trudge off to class at eight in the morning again. Sometimes what we perceive as a pain in the ass is actually a semi-blessing.

As for my mini-documentary, the editing is going somewhat on schedule. I'm convinced that post production, while not the most difficult job in the world, is most certainly one that is filled to the brim with 'khwaari' and requires a lot of patience and a steady hand. I've discovered that despite my natural inclination to go to sleep before midnight, the best time to do a spot of editing is after everyone else is asleep and nobody can disturb you, except the occasional idiot on a motorcycle minus the silencer outside.