So tired today

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I am so tired today. I feel like I’ve been wrung out. I need to come up with something, and I need to look at a million things before I can crisply deduce what I need to convey…but I may as well be star-gazing to decide how much sugar I need in my tea. What I’m trying to say here is that what I want to do and what I am doing are pretty unrelated.

Gosh, where did all those days go? When I was sharp and focused and targeted and accomplished so much in one day. Oh, that was yesterday. So quickly one forgets.

In any case, I just want to read pulp. Not Orman Pamuk and Saul Bellow. I have started and stopped reading ‘Snow’ and ‘Seize the Day’ a thousand times now. This, despite finding the books so riveting. I just want to read something fast and, maybe, a little trashy.

I was so vocal about it in office today that a collage loaned me the novel she was reading, ‘The Little Lady Agency’ by Hester Browne. It looks like it will be a tasty read, something to pore over with a big bag of chips.

I love chips, by the way. And my favorite is a packet of Lays – classic salted, Spanish tomato, and the Caribbean Sweet Chilli. My office canteen doesn’t have these, though. It has Bingo. And although I absolutely love the tomato-flavored Mad Angles, I don’t much care for their chips. But since I like salted chips the best, I take their regular salted variety. The description on the packet is hilarious, with salt being described as ‘perfect little grains of invisible fineness’ and such like.

I am so tired and sleepy. Just the thought of enduring this kind of exhaustion is tiring me out.

I guess I’ll just scrape together some get-up-and-go and leave.

Comments

Kurt Kuden said…
hiye.. this is my first visit here..

nice to meet u...
1:33 PM
Mukta Raut said…
Hi Kurt,

welcome!
8:00 PM
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