I hate a dirty train. Especially when my hair is also all messed up, my forehead is grimy, I'm hungry but can't eat because of some weird inexplicable stomach cramp, I'm seeing a lady cuddle her newborn son and change its nappies while I sit wondering and confused, trying to make out if it's laughing or crying, and I'm writing all this with a pencil since my entire stock of good quality fountain pens is buried deep in my luggage between my night suit and my lingerie.
As if that wasn't enough, the only food I have right now is peanuts (literally), which I suspect are giving me cramps in the first place, and the only good I can expect on reaching my destination is roasted and buttered American corn. To top it all I just received a dinner invitation, and I can't go because I won't reach in time for it!
Wow. We just rode onto grassland. Savannah type landscape. At least that's what it looks like, seeing as there isn't a single tree for miles.
There's a pile of work waiting for me when I reach. Vacation ain't over and I'm already saddled with fresh work. To top it all I haven't even done my homework, so it's going to spell trouble for me...
Plus, I need to think up a fresh batch of excuses for not having called up so many people... though that isn't an issue, seeing as I wasn't at liberty to do as I wished to. But I'm gonna have my work cut out for me anyway, softening all those angry people. Each one will have a grievance of his own.
I like Sudoku. It's only recently become some sort of fad, some sort of phenomenon, which is really amusing. The game in question has been in existence for years and ages now, but it's only in the alst two years that 'western civilization' has noticed it. And that's where all the sudden hype is coming from!
And while it's nice timepass, it's really quite a mind numbingly simple game. More complex than Sudoku is Kakuro. Sudoku is simply a play on number patterns. Kakuro involves addition as well, and hence requires more brainwork. More brainwork means more effort and more patience but people don't really care about those nowadays, do they?
Meanwhile, it's back to the 'nuts' for me, and I'm slowly becoming a nut myself...
I still hate dirty trains.
God bless Bugs Bunny.
Carrots wait for no one,
So I'll pick them now.
Before they are eaten
By some snobby cow...!
