What do you do when...

...you lie down to take a short nap after staying up whole night and then you wake up 4 hours later and discover an sms from the BOSS asking you to meet her at a particular time which is nowhere near 'future' or 'present'...

With shaking fingers and trembling heart I called up the BOSS to apologize.
One of the rare moments (yes it has become a rarity at this juncture) or may be I was lucky, I did not get screamed at.

That has made my day!

The current state of events are such that I don't need an 'active-good-event' to cheer me up. Absence of 'bad' ones is sufficient. :)

And I have still not watched a movie (been more than 2 months). This is the longest I have stayed away from theatres. The blood-movie-level is sub-zero. I want to survive this difficult phase. (There is a chance of watching a movie tonight...lets see if it materializes)

I want my thesis to finish itself (i don't mean commit suicide).
And then I will be free....
Let me dream for a while............

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