Wake up with a hangover. The night before I was out drinking with my best friend lounge2it coz he was leaving town for about a year to study in England. So this is abnormal: Normally this is when I'd be going to bed, because I work nights.
First thing I do is pull the cardboard off the window that blocks out all sunlight so I can sleep like a vampire during the daylight hours.
Obligatory tooth brushing in the mirror shot. Still half asleep.
My tiny room apartment thing. It's awesome. That giant black slab on the table is Leviathan, my giant 15 pound 19 inch LG laptop.
Flip her open. There was a powercut so I have to boot her up. Normally she runs 24/7 downloading torrents and whatnot. I drop my breakfast (a Twix bar) next to her while I wait. Next to my gigantic laptop are two books I bought just last night. I've already read them before but wanted to own my own copies.
Feed my bettas, Marshall (left bowl) and Epicurus (right bowl).
Check the news online and torrents.
Best friend Mansi ([Bad username: dark)chrysolite]) comes over. I toss her the key to the door downstairs.
Mansi complaining about her haircut. I offer to shave her head.
Coffee, down the road from my place. I'm still half awake and slightly hungover.
Our friend Luke joins us.
Mansi getting shutterbug happy.
Caffeine ingestion and ranting and raving. Good times.
Mansi plays with Luke's phone and discovers he's named us both "Mansi CCC" and "Marcus CCC" in his phone's address book (CCC being the name of the church we all met in). Mansi and I haven't been in church in over a year, and I'm an atheist now, so we find this hilarious.
I change my name on his phone to this, mainly to annoy him.
Luke isn't happy.
I love my new T-shirt.
Mansi and I suddenly decide to get lip piercings, and drag Luke along.
Outside the cafe.
Piercing. I forgot to get a shot of Mansi getting pierced coz I was too nervous. It ended up not hurting much at all. Getting my eyebrow pierced was more painful, and my industrial was pure agony for a year until it healed.
Our fresh piercings. Mansi's looks great; mine actually turned out crooked. I took it out a few hours later :(
While my friends hang out in my room, I start my work shift. I work from home. The nature of my work is that I get large pockets of free time between conference calls. I'm a transcriptionist / editor, basically I proofread transcripts against the original audio, and research all the details for accuracy.
It's a slow work night, so I'm free again in a short while. My friend Atul (also my neighbor) and I watch some downloaded TV.
Downloaded Mythbusters FTW. Thank you Bittorrent!
Dinner. Chicken Biriyani from a take-out from the market just outside my flat, where I was getting coffee earlier.
Still no work, so Luke checks his email and band-related stuff, Mansi's still taking pictures, Atul's puttering around eating my food. It's close to midnight at this point.
Next call comes in. Back to work. My pals leave for the night, and I get down to business. Or something.
It's back to being a slow night again, so I start surfing the net and updating my LJ with another offbeat news bulletin. My LJ is pretty much just that: bizarre, offbeat news and odd links, every day. My friendlist love it. Feel free check it out and add me. Posting this stuff is what I do between calls and it pretty much keeps me sane (depending on how you define sane etc) :)
4 a.m. It's been an unusually long day (I usually wake up in the evening, not in the morning / afternoon like I did this day) and I'm fried.
Yay, the day's post is done :)
BLARGH I ARE DED
Here I'm waiting to find out if there's any new work to be done or if I'm done for the day.
5:38 a.m. and my team leader tells me we're done.
I get naked, unceremoniously hit the sack and pass out. Good night!
New friends welcome, etc.
Current Location: at home, greater kailash one, new delhi
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Tuvan throat singing