It's one thirty three in the morning and despite a late night yesterday and a fairly early start to today, I'm still not sleepy. I am alone in my house, actually mostly alone in the city, thanks to several people leaving town and this makes me a combination of blue and peaceful.
PUN ONE: Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent.
I haven't been very pleasant company recently, just a general bout of snappishness and ill humour and so most things are getting under my skin. I feel all meh, and a desire to withdraw from anyone who annoys me--which, I admit, since it's almost witching hour and the time when I tell the truth--is most people these days. I just feel, I don't know, moody, I guess. Off, somehow. Like a dog, curling my lip and growling at anyone who comes too close. And of course, I'm one of those unfortunate individuals who cannot lose their temper without bursting into tears, so most moments are spent feeling the prick of tears behind my deviated nasal septrum (my nose looks like someone broke it so I never take pictures in profile). So, in a way, it's kind of nice to be left alone so that I can get this phase behind me and go back to being fun.
PUN TWO: Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.
Although, you know when you've been in a crap mood for a while and you feel like that's never going to go away? That's a little bit like how I feel now. I'd blame it on PMS, but sadly, I don't even have that excuse. Why am I so touchy lately? Has my skin suddenly gone several layers thinner? Am I just bored and fretful? It can't be everyone around me, so it must be me.
PUN THREE: The Buddhist refused pain-killers during the root canal because he wanted to transcend dental medication.
On the other hand, suddenly all the cheques I deposited have been credited, so maybe a little retail therapy is in order. I've been really, really broke recently, which has not helped my mood. If I was a Little Miss t-shirt, I'd be Little Miss Sorry-For-Herself. Hill Road in Bandra has a row of export surplus stalls where I have actually spotted some knock-off Little Miss wear and tomorrow I shall buy myself some clothes and some books and some DVDs and feel happier.
PUN FOUR: A skeptical anthropologist was cataloging South American folk remedies with the assistance of a tribal brujo who indicated that the leaves of a particular fern were a sure cure for any case of constipation. When the anthropologist expressed his doubts, the brujo looked him in the eye and said, "Let me tell you, with fronds like these, who needs enemas?"
We--BB, Ira and I--have been planning a Goa New Year's again this year. Hopefully, JC will be able to make it too, it's the first time in forever I've had a boyfriend for the major December stuff (well, okay, my birthday and New Year's Eve, but my birthday is a major event in the life of me. And my poor friends who have to listen to me countdown. A month to go! Although, turning 27 rather depresses me. 27 is OLD. I can't even put the digits together without shuddering.) Planning, as always, has been rather haphazard, we're thinking of taking the train down, but don't know yet how many people are in our party, or where we'd prefer to stay. Party beach versus quiet beach is our recent debate, and the pros and cons of each have been discussed. I love Goa though, no matter what time of the year, so I can't wait for it to be almost next year!
PUN FIVE: What do you call a arrogant fugitive falling from a building? Condescending.
Plans for Hallowali are in full swing. Well, again, kinda. I have lots of alcohol left over from the launch after party, so I don't need to fix that. Just a general spring cleaning is required and someone to help me get into my costume, but the few people who are coming are fun so I'm not stressing too much about it.
PUN SIX: I keep reading 'The Lord of the Rings' over and over. I guess it's just force of hobbit.
You know the great thing about blogging? You can start out feeling all crappy and wide awake and by the end of it, you feel lulled and soothed. So even though I've just written perhaps the most pointless post ever (hey, but I DID warn you in the post title!), I feel much better. Thank you, internet and please bless everyone I love and grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to not punch people even if I can and the wisdom to know the difference. Amen.
Puns courtesy this site and this one.