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The week that was

The good thing about weekly chronicles is that you are better equipped to stuff your post. The bad thing, if you're me, is that it's back to square one since your memory begins to fade beyond the realm of a few hours. So keeping this handicap in mind, here's a partial recall.

 

Work danced like a demon over my head for the first 4 weekdays. My first lunch of the week happened on Friday. An acquaintance from Dubai came to India and sprang a huge surprise on me. I managed to copy an assortment of English movies to my laptop. Andromeda has a problem with prolonged read/write requests to the external disk, this may be because the disk isn't certified for Vista. Still, the glitch has me worried. There was a mini-bookfair organised in our cafeteria and I decided to veer clear of literary stuff, since I'm excruciatingly slow on them. I bought a title on EJB instead.

 

Life is getting immeasurably complex. The responsibility of taking critical decisions that could have a heavy bearing on me and others is overwhelming. It just doesn't seem fair.

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