An attempt to see if my life is interesting enough to blog:

So, my day literally starts when a friend calls me because he's buying a new bike. A silver Unicorn, no less. He's apparently at the showroom with a loaded bank account, saying he's made up his mind, but probably wanting a final affirmative nod from us that he's not completely insane. All this happens while my roommate and me are planning on getting a late lunch.

In light of this new to-do, we decide to check out the bike first, and then get ourselves treated to lunch! (new bike yaar... treat treat!) On the way, the traffic jam really sucks! I yawn a splendid yawn, turn my head and see the driver to the left of me giving a huger yawn and looking right back at me. At the end of our performance, we both smile. A sort of nod to mutual laze and boredom, perhaps.

The bike rides smoothly on the test-drive, although I'm very unhappy that the salesman gave me such a tiny alley to work on that I only got to third gear. All is good, except the showroom doesn't accept cheques. What a bother! Hmm, we need to find a bank near by. Well, after lunch, dammit. Can't think on an empty stomach. Ah, wanna have sugarcane juice first?

So we go to this place where you get 99 varieties of dosai, and promptly make the wrongest possible choice of dosa. An 18 inch behemoth that tests even the bottomless pits we call our stomachs (well, mine at least. The other two really don't eat that much). We leave almost half the dosa, and walk out with our tummies making nice half moons in the evening light.

So, the to-be-Unicorn-owner departs to handle his finances, we decide to look at some electronics. Me like - Bose headphones! Nearly buy them. Then we look at some cell phones and definitely don't buy them. I realize I need a TV stand just about then, so we go to a mall to find a furniture shop. Now at the mall, I'm swimming in a sea of beautiful faces and bouncy perky well-shaped, erm, eyes. So we don't really find the trolley, and we decide to try the furniture shop opposite. Not before we stop at McDonalds of course. I finally find myself a good stand at the furniture shop, and the to-be-Unicorn owner informs us that he withdrew a whole lot of cash and thus will very soon turn into a Unicorn owner - with the AP govt mandatory helmet receipt et al.

We bring the TV stand home. It goes well with the TV. I get a call from the biggest nut I know, and we go off into encyclopedias of stories. We share some good times. Then I try to think I can throw away something I truly love, and decide I can't do that. But apparently I'm not sure I can keep it either. So things get very messy in my head and outside it, and I'm all of helpless, upset and angry. And then I use that anger to shoo off another friend who might have helped. And she happily gets shooed off too! A little too happily.

So I'm watching FRIENDS because I can't sleep, and suddenly this delicate thing I really don't talk to much pings me because she can't sleep either. Wow, that's a nice omen-like-thing, I think, and I start chatting with her with all the enthusiasm of a first-bencher (no better analogy in my head, sorry). Only, ironically, my chat with her cures her of her insomnia! Wow, a totally hilariously tragic way to end the day.

That's it. I'm done. Only maybe not. It's 5:40 and I STILL CAN'T SLEEP. Wonder what utterly interesting adventures lie in store for me. Sigh... get a life. I need to.