Work in progress.

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My house, as it stands, is undergoing some pretty hardcore construction work. The people who are working on it are ripping the plaster to shreds with tools fit for a serial killer. Then they’re putting the plaster back, and painting over it so that it looks like they didn’t remove the plaster in the first place. This also means that the entire house is covered in Newspaper. And that means that I cannot watch T.V, read books like 1984 or use this beloved 2004 computer of mine which I use to write blog posts with. My room is full of things from all the other rooms, so it looks more like a depository for old people’s clothes rather than the room of a semi-demi-god. 
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4 Responses

  1. Breeze

    So…nothing? One would've hoped for a few more kidnappings and all that sort of thing. This construction business is a sort of judgment on you, come to think of it.

  2. Breeze

    My sympathies.

    Incidentally, I was around Calcutta for the past couple of weeks. I'm guessing I didn't run into you.

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