It started out fine, waking up at my usual time, 7am, then falling back into a laziness-induced 1/2 hour nap while my water heats. Oh that boring stuff was all fine. It's what happens next.

So today I planned to go out, reaching my destination(KAP) at 11. I looked at the time, noticed the digits '9.50' and had no reaction, although I realized that I should probably be leaving my house. 20 minutes later, panick struck.

And then the buses. Oh dear god the busses. I let one pass me, even after registering it as a bus that I had to take to reach KAP, with ample time still before it reached the stop. And then I got off one stop late, thus having to walk another 10 minutes under the scorching afternoon sky. And then I still had to change buses.

The rest of the day was rather usual, not as retardedly stoned as before, although I did notice myself acting like I was spaced out (not deep in thought) from an apparent lack of sleep, food or a life (the first two are impossible, the last debatable). A few horribly rust pool games and L4D vs matches later (which I attribute to my stoned-ness as well), I'm on a bus home. Busy with TVMobile, I glance out, notice my surroundings and shrug it off. Seven seconds later, I hear the bell, look out, and realise I have once again missed my stop. Its a good long 20 minutes before I reach another stop that belongs to the path I take to reach my home.

And after dinner, I drop my cup. Which is nestled comfortably in my left hand. I just drop it. Like, I'm holding it, and I let go. I don't know why, but I know for sure it's not suicidal tendencies.

Right now I have headache and I realise how uninteresting this post is.

I probably won't take it down.

I also think buses hate me, although I have been a very loyal consumer of their service for the whole of my life (save before I could walk).

Oh. And I think cups hate me too.

-10.02p.m, 23-6-09