Bad stomach and bad classes are all that I seem to write about. But that is all that happens in my life, if I'm lucky. Today was one of the 'badder' days. I had to sit through two and a half hours of 5 old men gassing about their respective companies when they were supposed to talk about Indian manufacturing.
The first guy began his 'speech' with this beauty: "I am glad that you put your focus on this topic which needs a lot more focus to be put on it." That was the only good thing about the whole "discussion". And it went on and on and on.
And I have a 7 am class tomorrow. On a Sunday.
Tell Slartibartfast I want a different earth. One without Evil Sunday Morning Classes.
G'nite.
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