Bore-o-Rama

My days are now being spent in wonderful idylic mind-numbing boredom. I am guessing that I havent been this unproductive or bored to death in the last 26 years of my existence. To give you a taste this is what my daily routine is:

Wake up at 7:30 AM (my screwed up cycle is to blame for this early waky waky waking)

Check if the roomie is around, if not light up a parliament light (yes yes i am living thriftly, hence the awful brand im smoking these days. And there is a reason for reverting to this god-forsaken fuck ass brand too. I just calculated that I spend 200 bucks on smokes every month, now given that I have been in the US for 40 months thats 40X200=$8000 worth of carbon particles that I have accumulated in my poor lungs. But fortunately the Parliaments come at a fabulous price of two for 6 bucks, so thats a savings of $80 p.m, I'll be richy rich soon. )

As I move to my third smoke lazily reach for the comp and spend the next hour stalking the most useless sites on the web. Make sure that there is a socer match today, if not feel a pang of disappointment turning your stomach into a lousy knot. (Soccer matches you see take up atleast 2.5 hous of your time, the knot in the stomach makes you realize that you now have 2.5 extra hours on hand for the day, DAMN!!)

Head to the god forsaken lab at 10:00 and turn on the display to see the latest shock in wait for me. And yes shock it is. My fucking simulations have again broken down.

Spend the next 4 hours fiddling with my bug infested code to make the simulation run again. Atlast it seems it is running. Wait for another hour, just to check that the simulation is up and going properly. Spend that hour again investigating any new developments in your mail-boxes or increasing the hit-count on those sites that no-one visits.

Ahh!! Its now almost 5, time for the first beer of the day. Drag B and B out of their offices and spend the next hour smoking and drinking cheap Corona, and incase money is tight order a pitcher.

Head back to the lab, re-check the simulation and head back home, satisfied with a days wrk well done, with the postscript that I'll be doing the exact same thing tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that too.

Once home reach for the 6 pack. Debate on whether you want to see Friends or 70s show or Seinfeld or porn. Reach the conclusion that you just have a season and half of Friends left so go for it.

Avoid the phone with a vengence as N and An will definitely call asking for a eat-out or a movie date. So get it silenced and concentrate on the 6 pack.

Once the 6 packs have been devoured, scavenge for food and reach for the pack of smokes you bought in the morning. Unfortunately theres just one left, so after a lengthy and weighty debate as to whether you should smoke the solitary reaper or leave it for the morning, decide to smoke it right now. To hell with tomorrows.

Finally fall asleep.

And thats how I spend my days these days. Blissful boredom, no sex, no women, no heavy conversations, no readings. Eternal sunshine of a bored mind. Amen to that.