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Randomity- Part Deux

It is now exactly 4:55 pm. Another hour and five minutes until I'm officially supposed to leave work. And if I don't leave by 6, so help me God, I'm going to morph into uber bitch.

Because today is the day I start working out. Born of my inability to play any sport for more than a hour without wanting to keel over and die.

I'm also super hungry and having eaten ghaas-phoos, also known as vegetarian food all day, I'm craving one of those super soft spicy sausage rolls from one of my favourite bakeries in the world. Which I'm supposed to avoid, laced with calories and carbs as they are. And which is unfortunately right opposite the railway station and stares me in the face, ever time I go home.

Phbbt.

What makes this worse, is I need to go to my friendly(NOT!!) neighbourhood library and return the 15,000 books I picked up a month back and which the old man there is going to rip me off on late fees all the while smiling his fake smile and chattering nonsensically. And all of this when we probably makes more money off me, than he does off everybody else put together.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hmmm your mention of bakery made my mouth water. I remember the awesone bakeries right next to my college and the rolls and pattices were simply out of the world!

Wow...your librarian allows you to keep books for a mth!
sanket kambli said…
work outs in gym are rarely done consistently...so if you manage to do it..you are a model of determination...best of luck for that...dont forget to have fun...
Moo said…
Hahahaha @ the library bit. I'm supposed to be doing the same. I finally decided not to renew my British Council membership, because I returned books unread, albeit with a fine. :( the heart just hurts when that happens. :D

Ooooh you working out! So cool! If I can lose 10 kgs in 7 months and live to tell the tale, you can too. :) And believe me, I've even maintained it for the remaining 5 months. :D Yay!! You go girl....Fitness rocks! :D

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