Monday, July 10, 2006

Weekend

Wasted. Not in the druggie alcoholic sense but more in the, did nothing worthwhile sense. After spending Saturday morning staring at the ceiling, went shopping in the evening. Stood in a long queue in front of the fitting room. And was thoroughly irritated by the women with loads of clothes who felt compelled to parade each and everyone of it to their boyfriends or husbands. I wanted to shout ‘make up you mind already’.

Read Melvyn Bragg’s 'A time to dance'. Though it was well written, I didn’t feel very sympathetic or moved about the protagonists. I felt strangely blase about it, though I haven’t read Lolita.

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