I am told that great people keep diaries, which they publish when they are old to cover their expenses. I feel great today and I would also like to invest in my future. So I have decided to keep a diary. At least for today. You never know what may become of tomorrow.
09 May 11 - Monday
No pizzas this week. That was my waking thought this morning. I woke up at 6. Ironing your clothes the previous day and having a shower the night before make you feel like you have a lot of time to do other things before you leave for office.
I called mum. She is now a partner in that chemical fertiliser distribution company. I do not know its name. I must ask her.
I called Lavanya to check how she was getting on with the work I asked her to do. She spoke in a hushed tone. I asked her if she was unwell. She laughed and said she was in the office and so spoke in a low voice. I said Baveeshna does that as well. Asking personal questions to people you do not know makes them feel at ease.
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I was reminded of the film Gangster No.1 midway through my breakfast. I told my self that I must dress up properly from now on, just as Paul Bethany does in that film. So I shaved, washed my hair and applied some gel. Such special days need special shirts. So I put on my only shirt with cuff-links.
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I was told to ready myself for an interview in 20 minutes. This will be my first time to be interviewed. In the next 20 minutes, I came up with five adjectives which I told myself I will use in the interview. I did not have a chance to use them; together or separately.
I guess the interview was not that bad because I was invited to a photo shoot this Friday to complete the story. Bad news. My experimentation with cheese and chocolate last weekend has had its lasting side effects, literally, and I do not want to be marked for eternity as the fat kid with a lump under his throat.
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That birthday cake is inviting. Yield. Don’t. Yield. Yield.
Yielded.
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It took forty minutes to shop a carton of milk and a bunch of bananas. Blame the summer and the girls in their short shorts.
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The sun is blazing. I might as well eat my dinner at 6 and wait for the sun to go down. I will then go for my run at 9.
It is 9 now. The movie is good. So are the chocolates. I should continue to watch the movie and finish the chocolates. I will run tomorrow. There is no point doing everything today. I must leave something for tomorrow to keep me going. Now, back to the movie.
