Off late my days have begun to follow some sort of a set pattern. It is definitely not by design but guess the sequence of days has put me in a cycle, wherein all days have developed a finicky trend
Sunday: get up lazily in morning, after watching piles of porn last night. Laze around with morning cup of tea, reading Sunday Times before dashing off to Toastmasters meeting. Back home, look for a good film coming on HBO; else curse myself before afternoon siesta, why I do not have a fuck-buddy. Fuck-buddies can be potential best friends; there is a mutual need being catered to without any strings attached. If anyone knows how to find a good fuck-buddy do let me in.
In the evening scan the DVDs or idiot box for any good stuff coming, before retiring for the day.
Monday: eyes keep blinking the whole day with a throbbing headache as the body longs for those few extra hours on the bed. Sadly the regimen of office ensures that I am deprived of my comfortable snooze, as the heaviness persists till evening. I push myself hard to visit the gym and at times I am scared that I do not fall sleeping off the treadmill.
Tuesday: slightly better as I have got tuned to the idea of work. The missing energy from previous day trickles back in small droves, as my socks are pulled hard and pending work keeps building up. However my evening procrastination continues with either yoga or gym taking a back seat
Wednesday: I am at best, up early in morning brimming all at work. Perhaps if all days could be Wednesdays I would have been a more productive employee. However I do unwind at night with newly uploaded saucy porn clips. Unfortunately there are no strip bars yet in India so have to make do with poorer cousins
Thursday: work fever continues during the day, provided my head is not spinning from the early awakening. I run through the day and return to schedule of gym, yoga and blogs in the evening. If mood builds up watch some more clips before sleeping but have to take care the bed edges do not get too sticky.
Friday: one of the best days as the work is relaxed with not too pressing demands. As its dress down day there is a different ambience with everyone eagerly looking to the upcoming weekend. After work, look for a fellow bachelor to drown in a nearby watering hole and sleep real late.
Saturday: wake up late and laze around before visiting gym, which has a refreshingly sexy look with chicks in skimpy outfits. If not the weights, the decreasing waistlines and necklines provide fodder to the much deprived soul. Again curse myself later in the day; it would have been so much better with a fuck-buddy around…