I fear I am Lennie from Of Mice and Men. I just found this little critter roaming around my ceiling, and decided to shamelessly exploit him for a few pictures. He was running here and there at lightning fast speed, but I managed to get a few quality shots. Had these photos ever any worth, they are certainly meaningless now. Afterward, I decided it would be best if I freed him on my balcony. I grabbed a small container from my cupboard, and chased him around a bit. Up and down the wall, across the bookshelf, behind some books. He scampered away from the books as quickly as his little lizard legs would take him, ascending a barren white wall offering no protection from my tupperware prison. I ever so gently tried to trap him beneath the container. Before I knew it, he was severed in half, his little lizard head still consciously looking around, probably wondering in his little lizard brain why the other half of his little lizard body was no longer connected, was no longer moving. I swear, I swear, I swear I had only the best intentions for my little lizard guy. I feel I need to repent for this horrible accident, but how?

I fear I am Lennie from Of Mice and Men.

I just found this little critter roaming around my ceiling, and decided to shamelessly exploit him for a few pictures. He was running here and there at lightning fast speed, but I managed to get a few quality shots. Had these photos ever any worth, they are certainly meaningless now.

Afterward, I decided it would be best if I freed him on my balcony. I grabbed a small container from my cupboard, and chased him around a bit. Up and down the wall, across the bookshelf, behind some books.

He scampered away from the books as quickly as his little lizard legs would take him, ascending a barren white wall offering no protection from my tupperware prison. I ever so gently tried to trap him beneath the container. Before I knew it, he was severed in half, his little lizard head still consciously looking around, probably wondering in his little lizard brain why the other half of his little lizard body was no longer connected, was no longer moving.

I swear, I swear, I swear I had only the best intentions for my little lizard guy.

I feel I need to repent for this horrible accident, but how?

Aside from still being sick, today was incredible. I woke up to two lengthy e-mails from two great friends, and read them slowly over a nice breakfast.

While at work I began to crave a hot toddy (I shiver every time I write/say that word) as I think it would help soothe my throat, but as of 5PM today, all of the liquor stores throughout Bangalore are closed until Sunday evening, meaning even alcohol for therapy’s sake is off limits.

Knowing that alcohol is so inaccessible makes me only want it more! Is that alcoholism? Nah, I doubt it. I think I’m okay when it comes to addiction, but I only think this because there’s an open pack of cigarettes sitting in front of me that I haven’t touched since I fell ill on Monday.

Please standby as I follow up this thought with a long overdue entry about my recent four-day drinking binge in Pondicherry.

The internet connection at the ol’ corporate apartment is kaput, because someone forgot to pay the bill. Imagine how miserable I am!