Lost and Found

Losing pens is a universal phenomenon.

Losing footwear in the middle of a lecture and losing a band-aid stuck on the foot is apparently just my thing.

Absorbent and yellow and porous is he

Yesterday, I spent the entire day in agony thanks to my persistent toothache which still won't go away.

I was sleep deprived thanks to which I was just generally grumpy.

I was also very PMSy which upped the crankiness factor.

I was poked in the eye by a woman in the train which rendered me temporarily blind for about five minutes.

I had to sit through the most mind numbing lecture ever, which on normal days is bad enough, but given my state yesterday, it was nothing short of pure torture.

I wanted an MOD donut but I couldn't get one.

I bought a chocolate mousse pastry to make myself feel better about my donut deprived state but forgot to keep it in the fridge thanks to which it was sour when I finally got around to eating it.

I felt like a fool for not having bargained more than I did for the books I bought at Fort.

But looking at the Spongebob stickers I bought in the train made me all cheerful again. Yes, the magical power of the sponge.