Holiday

I've taken the day off. Ive been looking forward to this day and having fantasies about getting up late, having breakfast and studying. Ok that was one of the fantasies. But it was a recurring one. Since I have an exam in less than a month. Since I am not prepared for it.

This is what actually happened. I woke up from a nightmare about missing the last bus to Thane. I checked the clock. It was 7 am. Hmm. So much for getting up late. Then I fantasised [ you have to adapt] that I would get up and go for a jog on the beach. Ok, a walk. Maybe a stroll? For the last one year my daily exercise routine has comprised running after above mentioned last bus to Thane and breaking the unhealthy monotony of sitting in front of a computer by walking towards the coffee machine. Instead, I turned on the TV. Some people have an aversion to watching TV in the morning saying its not a good way to start one's day. Some others have an aversion to eating sweet, chocolatey things in the morning. I did both. I would even have had a drink except Im not into that sort of stuff. You see, I am a teetotaler. Out of choice. Out of fear that I'd become an addict. Also, out of fear of the things I'd say. Or sing. [ I've forgotten chemical formulae and the poems we learnt in school but the lyrics to Wannabe continue to evade my mind's Garbage Collection]
Then I vegetated. I napped for a while. I logged in and tried to maintain a consistent font across posts. Why wont it happen??!??! Then I watched TV. Went out so that I could get some food. Ordered more food in. And slept.
Ive done nothing. Absolutely nothing. Glorious nothing!