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I am the circus.

I am the circus.

There is a relatively big package at home.

It could be waiting for me. Yet, I could also have been waiting for the wrong item.

Of course I am crossing my fingers that it is the One. The only almighty box set that could possibly bring me out from my agonising state of delusion.

So I rang them up:

“Unwrap just half the box, just to let me have some peace of mind! I am dying of curiosity here.”

“Why only half of the box?” came the bewildered question.

“Just so I could still have the cheap thrill of unwrapping the long-awaited item when I get back home for the weekend.” I heard a snicker at the other end. “If it really is the box,” I added half-heartedly.

“We are not touching it. Besides, we do not even have a DVD player.”

So, I have resorted to drowning myself with music. It feels very good, and especially so when using the headphones. I feel like bursting into song, but I cringe at the thought of being the source of guffaws and laughter to both of my roommates.

All this nonsensical euphoria is almost driving me crazy. I hope tomorrow goes fine.

Thanks to my liking for Sex and the City, that ‘sex’ word has been appearing in my list of referrers.

The Hulk’s Diary made my day for a bit. Sometimes I wonder if I could afford to add a ‘blog of the day’ thing to my now-sporadic entries.

On air now: Driftwood, Travis

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