Jaywalking In Kolkata

I have a bruised leg from a baby-guard latch. The skin on my hands is peeling because confused the EXITMould bottle with the Spray-N-Wipe bottle and bleached not only a towel but also my nails. My eyes are drying out because they're accustomed to the humidity of West Bengal at this time of the year, and I've just emotionally dumped on the last five people I wrote to.

I walk past the News-agents on my way to work and see several advertisments for the 17 million dollar lotto...and the 25 million dollar lotto...and the 30 million lotto. 

I think it's something in the stars. Dan from Redacted had a thankyou list for the people who ruined his week. Here's mine, if only for the sake of cynical idolatry.

Thankyou to whoever crapped on  the upside of the toilet at the top guest house and left it for me to clean up. Thankyou to the idiotic youth who beeped their horns as I cycled across the empty road and nearly gave me a cardiac arrest. I hope your face sticks like that. Thankyou to the check-out chick who dared to ask if I had change. Thankyou to overpriced international calls and thankyou old futons. Thankyou to phones that ring at 1 AM from private callers, thankyou overpriced op-shops, and thankyou to clipping my nails too short. Thankyou to really bad vacuum cleaners, and thankyou to babies that throw food on just mopped floors.

But most of all...

Thankyou centrelink, for making it estremely hard for me to get money off the government.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!

Cesse.