I have to work on this new project for work that I really don't want to work on.

I would rather walk over hot coals, shove red pepper into my festering wounds and douse myself with honey so bees can feast on me while I lie on a bed of nails than do this project.

So,
instead
I

• hear more BBC news on Burma (saddened by Indian non-response. Standing for democracy vs. economic loss of going against military junta. Thought there would be an argument that a pro-democracy Indian response can/will increase our soft power in the region, if the obvious help our neighbors one didn't work.)
• make tea/breakfast for house guests who are leaving for New York city today
• v. discretely clean/tidy up kitchen after house guests insist on putting away breakfast items
  
• try out my hindi skills on house guests while continuing to discretely clean up
  
• check blog
• post this on blog
  
• check other blogs
• check mail
  
• check mail on iphone (v.pretty with graphics but v.slow)
  
• check for not-so-little-anymore brother Sammon's (with whom I am having mini-fight) message on Facebook
• obssessively update Books iRead on Facebook (and realizing that the only indian subcon author I absolutely and unconditionally adore is R.K.Narayan)....uhm...oh wait, I did love Inscrutable Americans and The great Indian Novel and A suitable Boy but good lord all the other 'jhumpa Hosseni desai woe-is-me, slow churning of words to indicate strife of subcontinental proportions around the ever popular theme of arranged marriage, limited individual choices and dis connection of modern indian living in global world' people, for hotmangopickle's sake, can we get something more than 'rain dripping slowly from the corrugated aluminum sheets of the tea-shop as Sita struggles to resist the advances of lecherous old men'? I want my literature to make me feel more than just slitting my wrists, losing consciousness and then regaining it just long enough to slit neck.
  
• walk around flat and make more hindi conversation with house guests
• wonder why the bloody, annoying shaadi.com with its fair'n'lovely wearing happy couples have chosen to stay so long on my blog