Counting my sheeps. Baaa aaah ahha!

Well, this is one of those nights, where sleep deludes you. I guess; I have insomnia, god
bless me. I’m not passionate about blogging at this un-godly hours, but what’s better to do than this, while counting sheeps dosen’t help.

Single life sucks, had I’ve a partner, I’d have fucked her brain out and exhaustion
might have helped to put me to sleep.

 By the way, I don’t have MS Words in my computer, recently installed a new operating system. So bear with my spellings and typos. Without Spelling Checker, I’m not even sure how to spell ‘bear’, pretty sure it’s not ‘bare’ or ‘beer,’ so has to be ‘bear.’

I’m clueless what to write. Ok! I’ve a rear round alergy, I sneez all year round. I’ve noticed, it gets aggrevated while the seans are changing. Once, I sneezed 28 times in a row. After that marathon my splines were hurting. I’ve been able to figure out what I am alergic too, but I’ve a strong hunch that I’m alergic to MYSELF.

God, writing in Notepad does make you realize how bad is your spelling, anyway, I wasn’t never a spelling buff. I’ve hard time spelling my own name. I’dnot understand, why do they have this spelling bee contest. I believe, schools in Kathmandu use to have that too, organized by GAA. I remember, my neighbor took part in it, I guess we were 6th or 7th graders. Fucker was an example of a good behavior in the neighborhood. All neighborhood kids used to look like shit compared to him, and all parents used to pit their kids aganist him academically, our shortness preceeded with beatings from our parents. Fucking deligent bastard.
Anyway, he took part in this spelling contest, so he picked me to be his couching partner, which I wasn’t interested in. But had to cave in when he promised that he would let me copy his homeworks. What a good opportunity to show my parents that their son is doing great, by great I mean not flunk in the tests.

So, there was this word in the pratice list: ‘Vehicle.’ The contest format would be that the facilitator would pronounce the word and the contestants have to spell it out. So this guy was playing facilitator and contestant himself in our mock session, I was just there holding the paper with the lists of words, and giving him false sense of hope now and then that he is going to win the contest. For the word ‘vehicle,’ we would read it out as ‘ven-chi-kal,’ I said there is no ‘n’ in the spelling so why ‘ven’? What did I know, he was the smart one, he said, ‘n’ is silent.

Bastard was out in the first round, my homework stopped, followed by more beatings at school and home. Now, I regret, I should have taken part in those contests, those skills would have come handy at times like these, when you don’t have MS office to do your spell check. I tell you some pepole are goal oriented even when they are infant, as was the
guy. Why the fuck would anyone want to memorize the dictionary by heart? The whole purpose of the dictionary is not to know the word or spelling, when you need it just turn the pages. 

God, how did people work before computer? Just imagine writing this blog in type writer. I’d never complete it, I’d be painting the paper with that white liner. That reminds me of old Hindi/English movies where boss has his secretary dictate his memo, while boss is smoking cigar, and a pretty secretary with the blouse showing clevage is pounding on the type writer keys. Now, I realize that they didn’t get that job for their boobs but for their brains, since typing without computer prompting where you went wrong is quite a daunting task.

well, on retrospect, i’ve managed to put something substantial in volume atleast, even though it’s pretty much shit. Vagaries of life, fucking sleeplessness and boredom, add that to my litany of complains.

I sign off, I need to go to work tomorrow, and it’s already 1:30 in the morning.