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Dec. 15th, 2008 11:10 amSomeone tell the Platypus to shut up. It's not enough that she lives next door and sits next to me at work, but now she has to yammer on and on about nonsense all day, too.
I just had a very satisfactory moment imagining her lips sealed up with cellotape and her hands tied behind her back.
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The temperature dropped suddenly in the past couple of days, and now we're in that stage of New Delhi cold that makes us tropical types cry and want to go home. It's not as though I don't enjoy winter here, I do, the cold and the wind notwithstanding, but it's not the same. The soil is not dark enough and the trees are not green enough (and irritatingly bare in winter) and the sky is a different shade of blue. The sun merely deigns to show up every morning, and while it doesn't burn and kill like it does in summer, it doesn't caress your skin either, like it should in winter. And the worst part is the air, which doesn't smell of holiday and winter and everything that comes with it.
I just had a very satisfactory moment imagining her lips sealed up with cellotape and her hands tied behind her back.
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The temperature dropped suddenly in the past couple of days, and now we're in that stage of New Delhi cold that makes us tropical types cry and want to go home. It's not as though I don't enjoy winter here, I do, the cold and the wind notwithstanding, but it's not the same. The soil is not dark enough and the trees are not green enough (and irritatingly bare in winter) and the sky is a different shade of blue. The sun merely deigns to show up every morning, and while it doesn't burn and kill like it does in summer, it doesn't caress your skin either, like it should in winter. And the worst part is the air, which doesn't smell of holiday and winter and everything that comes with it.
