The appetite was on a downward spiral, only this time the iMac and riddle weren't the cause. Even my mom felt sick. After walking all over town, we head home and I got down to tutor mode to teach the day's lil bed-warmer math and english cos his end of terms were coming up. Dropped the brother off at the train station and brought the dad and cousin to the shops at S'goon North to get prayer stuff before heading back home to hit the books- Navin I mean, I hit the Aussie Womens' Weekly for the crosswords. (I love them!) Went for dinner with the aunt, uncle and other cousin Devesh who's started talking now and has a mighty fine pair of lungs (all the better to yell at you with!!). Thought of getting started on the Sapir- Whorf hypothesis but started blogging and well, its pretty much been pushed to be rushed at tmr.
Gotta be up early to be piously early for the temple (which reminds me of the awe B put me in when he started talking about Hinduism and the sitar) and then heading off for ballet where I'll remember Sameer and miss him tons and tons. Then I'll get started on the hypo and slog the night and possibly morning through. Consolation? None. Nothing to get me through school on Mondays- no inspiration nor eye-candy. The deprivation. Haunting.
Btw, all my posts are finished in the wee hours of the morning as alot of these entries are painstaikenly regurgitated and due to alot of interruption and disruptions. They are actually for the previous date. Happy reading!