Bloing. Post Friday night special. That contented, filled, semisozzled, pacified feeling. Then, of course, you spend half the day in office. Aaaah, the joy of life. I'm going back to Maddu ras soon. Maddu ras, here I come. In the meantime, the Antitrust-IP Guidelines await, with sharpened teeth and black slimy tongues.
Mood meter: Wha?
1 comment:
Dai...
Stop sounding like a drainpipe before the rains hit maddu ras.
Go watch a good movie on your own.
Bunk office for a couple of days saying you are terribly ill and read a book that drowns you like the non-swimmer's sea. And splutter back to life with water oozing out of all your orifices.
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