as you'll find in my HBR article...

It's been that kinda day…one of those…where you think there’s a conspiracy on to exasperate you. I wonder though if there might be a correlation (however weak) between having a bad day…and the following:

Þ Staying up till 5.30am with an 8.30am class to go to
Þ Consuming copious amounts of alcohol in the process

Hmmm…I just might be onto something here…maybe should consider publishing an article in HBR about that.

So, here’s the synopsis…

Take 1: woke up to the shrill jangling of the phone…K’s wakeup call…8am…just time enough to make it to class. Sat through 2 hrs of the most unapologetic kind of self-promotion you cud hope to see. Someone actually counted the number of times he talked about his articles in HBR (hence the brainwave above). 16 at the break. In an attempt to further my learning...downloaded and installed the NFS underground Rivals demo. But the game wont run…and whats worse…my machine then slowed to a crawl. Snapped laptop shut with a snarl…luckily class ended 5 mins later.

Take 2: second class…I cudnt possibly afford to break my streak of paying absolutely no attention to what was said in class for this subject. Think even the prof ran out of stuff to say…ended class 20 mins before time. seemed more like we’d gone over by more than 10 times that. Laptop still behaving weird…starting to get worried...

Take 3: The heavenly feeling of dehydration makes itself felt now…make a pretense of lunch…home…check my email? Machine still giving trouble…chuck it…take a nap. Had promised to help G and A with this enterprise of theirs…but apparently was dead to the world…didn’t wake up to 8 missed calls...

Take 4: time: 6pm. Woke up…I swear the room was moving in slow revolutions (the jury might not buy that). Finally steady the room…laptop still spluttering (later found it was a virus)…looked outside window…beautiful sunset…note to self: not gonna be many more of those here. Grab my Powershot and go outside. Think the SV3 K-Block wud be an ideal vantage point…fire off some shots outside my quad, then sprint towards SV3. Turns out hangovers and sprinting don’t mix (imp finding for my article). Reach SV3 heaving like I’d just run a marathon…get into position…guess what…sun goes behind a bank of clouds low on the horizon…@#$%&^!

Take That! …Hours later…fixed the laptop…attended section party…did not so much as glance at the crates of beer…took a shower…relaaaxing...things looking up. its hot in here…look for AC remote…press Power…you guessed it…ain’t working…mother#@$%!&!