Dec 22, 2005 23:29
Half of the journal customising work is done. A terribly painful task, but satisfying, nevertheless. There still remains work to be done of course, and I wish the damned connection wouldn't break every five seconds - oh alright - minutes. I want to sleep [ I am just about to sleep] and this entry is strained.
But how is the 'friends' page made different from the user entries page?
Oh yeah, I've been sick with an annoying viral infection , and have missed proabably [one of ] the best classical arts programmes in the country. Bloody sickness. It is maddening, it is and I'll have to wait till sometime mid next year to attend it.
And, I'll be going to Calcutta and the Sunderbans and The Andamans for these holidays [ I feel that the holiday is rushed, but mum can't get leave. So on New Year's Eve I'll be in a launch with mummy and daddy but sans brother but then I hope to have bought some good books in Calcutta. I'm hoping [quite desperately] for A Taste of Honey and for Maurice. ]
It'll be eerie to be in The Andamans so close to the tsunami anniversary. A whole colony of Air force officers and their families was washed away. It seems quite terrible, now that it is a little distant.
travel,
books,
me