But I am sooooooooo exhausted, so please, bear with me if you were hoping for a marathon blog entry, because I just don't think I have it in me, after driving for two hours to get home from 12 kilometers away. Aargh.
Also today was the first day at New Job (which I guess is now just Job, which doesn't really need a capital J, now does it?). It was promising, the people are nice, the office is nice, everything is very oraganised, I feel productive because I had an interview with an artist on my first day instead of having to sit around for weeks on end waiting pitifully for someone to throw an assignment my way. But. BUT. The computers are soooooo (again the long 'so'. Feel free to add "a needle pulling thread" at any point). They actually use DOS! For god's sake, DOS? If you were born in the 1980's, do you remember DOS? DOS was when no-one, and I mean, no-one had a PC. One of my family friends owned an antiquated machine, way back when I was about six or seven. Black-and-white, a sort of glorified electric typewriter. The only memorable thing about it was that it had this game called Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego, all about this chick, Carmen, who was always on mission at some obscure location and you had to solve the geographic clues to figure out where she was. (The capital of Iceland, anyone?)
Anyway, besides the DOS, and besides the fact that only one computer has an internet connection, I think I'll do fine.
On to other news. That thing with the Whippersnapper? Yup, it was a date. :)
But the only thing that hampered this "date" from going in full swing was the fact that I met this other boy before I went to Bombay and well, it was different. I didn't blog about him earlier, because foolishly I gave him the address to this thing and I thought he would read it but he didn't, and now he probably will, but now I have more time to form an opinion (Phew!) Annieway, he studies abroad and we were at opposite ends of the same social circle when we were about 13, but we met recently through other friends at (where else?) Turquoise Cottage. And we hit it off, and to cut a not-so-long story short, we've decided to stay in touch even after he leaves (which is tonight) and see how it goes and whether we can sustain something.
All this overdose of Boy-ness probably means I'm going to have a terribly boring life for a while. I can feel it brewing. The universe is usually not so nice to me.