I got up late. Cursed my lecturer. Cursed my alarm clock. Cursed myself, went back to bed. It is a Sunday. Woke up again at 10 am. Went to pee and saw a dead cockroach floatng in the bowl. Showered and sang a Pavarotti version of David Manilow's Weekend In New England. Made a Z sign on the steamed up bathroom mirror.
Man, is one those days I feel the need to poo poo only after I have showered. Sat on the bowl and wondered how the cockroach died. Also wondered why nobody has invented splash-proofed toilet bowls as yet. But there is something more profound to worry about. What am I going to blog about today?