after wrestling with the virus for almost a week it finally gave up on me this morning. weird how i've taken more medicines that i cared to have, took in bottles and bottles of water, ate more than my fair share of soup, and nothing happened. the day after i've had lunch with a friend, drove in the rain, did my bit in the barops, had coffee till one, went back to do more barops, and read till 4 a.m. only to wake up three hours later is the morning i woke up to a feeling i never thought i'd feel soon: the feeling of being fine again.

of course i still sound ngo-ngo and i still have a hacking cough once in a while. but still.

i am cured.

-oOo-

of course i had to remember only today that foundation day is tomorrow.

and i had to be reminded by someone that (although she didn't really read the last two things i submitted to her) she'd want to read the entire thesis tomorrow.

oooookkkkkaaay. fine. whatever.

sometimes after being sick for so long your vocabulary is limited to those three words. you've survived (in your opinion) a near death experience. cramming wouldn't and shouldn't really be a problem, right?

-oOo-

the script though that you spent hours on instead of writing your thesis had to be rejected. it wasn't too formal enough.

by formal i take it they mean boring.

because by golly -- and you'd have to take my word for this, although massoudi will definitely vouch for me -- they just scrapped the best shit i've put together in a long time.