"'The tool is down' is akin to the church bells. French fries, too. Incase you didn't catch the first bit of the sentence then that's just a sweet way of informing via mail that there ain't nothing you can do until they fix the system. Let's kill two hours.

I spent the beginning of the last two hours being stuffed between a skinny, lanky dude from work and the wee bit unicorn with her hair in my face, colleague from work; trying to make it as soon as possible (like our attendance was dependent on it)- circa 2011 lunch trip with the girls. Notice, how I refer to the friends as girls? Well, blame where blame is due. Sex and the fucking City messing with my head. Two weeks ago I had a schedule where I'd spend about 30-40 minutes at home early in the morning watching re-runs of the show and wondering why I'd subject to myself to this torture daily when I can actually sleep for extra half an hour. Sleep cycle remains fucked, no TV show in the morning but SATC is off my schedule now. I end up pacing around the house and got back at reading the newspaper. More about that, later. I digress but that's how life's been in the last few weeks- digressing. Unlearning everything I ever learnt, knew- fuck Tabula Rasa and re-constructing life in a new Universe.

Speaking of Universe, the number of Universes that I have switched from in the last twenty two years is prethe 'newly' updated 'About Me' section needs to be changed. Yet again. News, yes. In due time. Sure.

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Found this in the draft. Posting it three weeks late.