Thursday, May the 13th, 2004

I’ve just spent the past two days with no human contact. And I mean the real deal. No leaving home, no roomies, (obviously) no phone, no email, no im, not even commenting on web logs. The world must have assumed I was studying (or died in my sleep), but I know better. That was broken this morning when the Fedex guy rung my doorbell and had me sign for a decent watch I’d ordered.

V's watch

Trouble is, it isn’t for me. I still get to use my trusty old one my grandma got me when I aced my tenth boards.

And, not to get overly political or anything, but fuck. I’m from a land with very bright people. I’m so proud right now, I could cry. I guess all that needs to be done now is to change my name to Nehru Gandhi, go home, and rule said bright masses with an iron fist.

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2 Responses to “I, hermit”

  1. sigh.You be missed. Have a heart you horrid thing. People worry.

  2. wahgnube says:

    We’ve been insanely stressed. We’ve tried to leave explanatory offlines. :|

8,940,789 people conned into wasting their bandwidth.