i was sick and tired of everything; when i called you last night from Strasbourg [Bangalore?]
all i do is eat and sleep and sing[ work?]
wishing every show[ day] was the last show [ditto]

funny, isn't it, how old songs intrude on your consciousness when you're at work on a public holiday, making you feel festive and restive and wishing you were anywhere but here...

but i shall not rant. many others share my fate. i do wish they had told us that we could wear casuals though. the sight of jeans is making me feel all sad [for want of a more forceful word; i am feeling very dazed and sleepy right now].

something someone once said about my blog comes back to me- its so you, they say. well, and who else would it be?