Repitition

See, there's bored and there's bored, and I am beginning to hit the latter. Now, there's nothing wrong with a bit of downtime, but at some point it begins to get out of hand. One doesn't have to be House MD to interpret these symptoms:

• Interest in image processing work done an entire ocean away
• Browsing a book on Theoretical Biofuckingphysics

The situation is saved somewhat by the knowledge that, this time next week, I'll be in a car (or some vehicle of the sort), joyfully on my way to Somo's place in dear old Bangalooru, or however you spell it these days.