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.

Christoffel Connections

Seems I'm back in Bangalore on the 5th. I'll be staying at Somo's place for a bit, and then its back on to good ol' Acreswild (my mom's choice of name, not mine).

Excellent news, that.

Today

Today I have eaten omelette du fromage, learned about the stress energy tensor of dust and played some Stalker and X3. And it's only noon.

Lab Reports

I hates lab reports. Hatesssssssssssssss. Painful creatures, existing only to torment. Oh, for a period of sanity and calm, of lounging and laziness. Sigh.

Well, semester's over and I've passed. I'm back in Sweden and the only thing between me and three months of blissfully boring procrastination are three lab reports due tomorrow. That would be three of the three lab reports I had to do this past semester. That's right, an entire semester's worth. These blighters are big, and I'm certifiably not pleased.

In other news, I'm in India from the 15th of June to the 12th of July. It's a pitifully short hop, but there it is. Contact me. I'll be free, I assure you.

In other news, this would be longest I've spent in India since I left school. How pathetic.



I also have a large monitor on my desktop. Score!