> So, the nose story. Also known as the dude-why-are-you-not-drinking story. Anyway, so whilst (I love the word whilst, I could use it everywhere. Say it with me: whilssssssst, WHilst, whIlst. See how flexible?) I was in Bali (which is a sentence most of my friends are sick of by now, but aha! ahahaha! I have cunningly fooled them by handing them a matchbox from the hotel I was staying in, so all they can do is roll their eyes, because technically, I'm not saying whilst I was in Bali) I got very drunk one night on champagne and margaritas (note to people who have not mixed champagne with anything: DON'T) and so I went to wash my face, to sober up, I think, and as I was wiping my face, my piercing got stuck in a towel and yanked downwards. At the moment, I was too drunk to care, but the next morning I woke up with a) a mouthful of fur; b) a splitting headache and c) a nose that I couldn't even touch. Big deal, I said, pish posh, it's only a nose, it'll heal, so I let it be for some time . All through my birthday party, I was all lalalalala, and no, don't mind my nose, it's just a little sore. And then people kept hugging me and I'm not very tall, you should know, so I'm usually squashed into their chests, and when one friend did that, I screamed, and this just kept happening till it was all raw and red and pus encrusted. I know right? I really don't want to be telling this story, it hurts me more than it hurts you. Not only that, it healed in the middle, so you have the original piercing hole, pink healed skin and um, my nosering. So, since even touching it made me want to pass out, reluctantly I went to the doctor. And she put me on antibiotics, twice a day, not to mention an anti-inflammatory pill and a foul smelling cream and VITAMINS! (I always feel the need to capitalise VITAMINS, just because they're such capital things, ya know?)
Older readers will recall, this is not the first time I have been hurt in the line of duty. I broke my toe and walked into a glass door. Dangerous business, journalism.
> There's a dhabha next to my office, famous for its kebabs, and today I ordered a plate of chicken tikka and two naans. Except, the oil from the tikkas has now dripped all over my keyboard, despite many swipes with a napkin and my keyboard is all sticky. Ew. Worst of all, it's taken out the 'i' button, the one I use most as you can see, so the tip of my forefinger that I'm using to tentatively swipe at it is also sticky. Time for some more obsessive hand washing, I think.
> Blogging people have been met, one by freakish coincidence, because Small had a friend in town who turned out to be her family friend and all of them came back to our house to chill and I recognised her name I think and we did the whole ooh-this-world-is-so-small squeal. (Well, I squealed. She's much too dignified to squeal) So hello, Surly Girl and it was nice meeting you. The second was actually someone I had never met in "real life" though since I know Hobo and the two of them were friends and I read his blog, and we chatted on MSN occassionally, it seemed only natural that we should hang out whilst (muahahahaha) he was in Delhi. And we've been having fun, haven't we, Zaphod? Oh, and because I have no life, I also emailed this other girl whose blog I read, and that's been a fun correspondence too. Hasn't it? HASN'T IT? What would my life be without the internet? A lonely, lonely place, that's what.
> And today Shark Tooth sent me an email with our address on it, and directions on how to get there, and that was very nice. Only, he'll be working once I land, so in all likelihood I will have to find him to collect the keys and officially move in.
~Sticky fingered eM signing out.