So what do I do? While I lay in bed trying my best to get some sleep, I create logical puzzles that are beyond any solutions; and later wake up all entangled. (This set was better left not attempted. ) A little illogical, you might say. But no, logic is supposed to be my strongest point. (Whoa! I think my case is worse than what I think it is!) No, man! It’s cool. I even have something that my doc calls ‘brahmastra’ now. Ha. On a more serious note, positiveness is not something that can be easily removed from the system. Sure I am not as positive as I was last year, and that is just fair. I cannot be fretting over that. I’m human. I am still positive. And I am actually doing the Joey dance in my chair right now! What fun!
Oh, did you know that Aarbee’s sense of humour is being talked about? (The eyebrows doing that dance now :D) She feels good. And she believes in her god. She also believes in things always happening for the best. A part of my superbly defective (with all defects at their peak right now) body is being taken care of so nicely that I have absolutely no right to crib. The unstable equilibrium that I seemed to have permanently imbibed in my system is getting better. [Dear mom must be happy. :P]
And oh oh, who is burning 200 calories on the treadmill for a week now? It’s moi. Heeee….
Ok. Go home now. I have a bath to take, try super-hard to get some sleep, fill up a zillion application forms, do a paper’s analysis, geometry questions, and hone my vocabulary. 😀