Little things have a way of becoming so big that they swallow everything around them. Little things make you jump around the room with unbridled joy or angry enough for you to plead temporary insanity...not smelly, it has a big TV, good food and a cute staff. They don't mind if we hang around there for (very) long and  they have not one, not two but *three* flavours of the Mojito!! I like :)      

In the last week, Facebook has  thrown up a slew of messages on University Week (my college's real claim to fame). At this point, I could say something pseudo about how University Week is a little bit...paying-your-dues but I get so infuriated when I see it happening around me. I guess the key is to enter the camp of the 'always-forgivers'. Anybody got a step by step guide to doing that?      

A friend once told me that at the end of the day, work shit is just work shit. Personal shit pulls the life out of you.  He was right. I'm just about dead. 

I can't think straight. I'm going through classic withdrawal which is making it very hard for me to get through my days. I thought I could move on when I had to and come out on the top. That I could leave...where I am. Pretending that my life is not confusing and scary at this point.  I'm sorry if you didn't know about this. I'm sorry if I seem to fool you.  But then again, I'm not thinking straight.