Umm, no. I still weigh the same (almost). It's the hairdo. After less than two months of colouring and cutting hair, i went and got it cut again. Apparently, women get a haircut when they're emotionally disturbed. I had no reason to be. Unless of course, living a half life in the past counts!
Weekend wasn't too bad - i went to office on Saturday (that's the bad part), did nothing (that's worse), met N and went out for the haircut. Getting bitten by the snip snip bug with someone is great fun. Then you have company while you get your hair cut in funky styles, and chat the whole process away.
Post that, went back home and read Sea of Poppies. I would have finished it, if not for the fact that there were about 20 pages missing from the book. Now i have to write to the publishers and ask them to send me a new copy. I can't even discard this copy because it's autographed by Amitav Ghosh. Sigh. I hate the processes and the time wasted in them all man.
Sunday dawned bright and sick. I didn't want to get out of bed at all. My body felt exhausted, drained, washed out completely. Dragged myself out and went for Hancock in the evening and felt much better. Went out for dinner to Saigon, had some yummy food and got back home.
And i just realised that my logs are getting boringer and boringer. So i'll just stop here.
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