Back at the Apt. and mindless

I had this amazing thing to write about. It wasn't a story or an experience or anything of that sort but some out of whack, psycho, non-literary babble. But I FORGOT!! That thought was right there on the edge of the fingers...waiting to be typed..(waiting to be read by people who would have twsited me like a pretzel and roasted me after that, but neverthless) and then suddenly I hear the original remix of Taal in full blast and I see those words do one Shaimak Davar number towards the bathroom!!

Offlate I have been confusing myself and alot of other people I have been talking to on YM...I guess this is what happens when you stay at home and sleep more than you stay awake and when you are awake you are tipsy on wine. This is a conversation that I had with one of my friends in Bombay who just got a job in a clinica near her house; she's a Physical Therapist!!

B: Hey guess what I got a job...
Me: (thinking she got a nose job coz she was planning to) Oh cool..when, where?
B: There's this place near my house...10 am : 3 pm
Me: Ohhh does it hurt? And howcome you're back home already?
B: ??? Eliza? Why will my job hurt?
Me: Arrey surgery will hurt no?
B: You fooolll...I have started working in a clinic...I got a job ..not a nose job!!
B: What is wrong with you?
Me: *smacking myself on the head*

Thus, the moral of the story is that a 1 week holiday sans travel is highly detrimental to the mental health of Eliza. Kindly avoid any contact or seemingly intelligent conversation with her. Disregarding this crucial warning will result in suicidal tendencies, murderous itchings of the hand, the desperate need to rotate around the place hopping on one foot.