the other day i was having pizza with Isheeta., who named it a post-colonial pizza. some alliteration, hunh?
have been accompanying my mum to the bazaar...and the weather, well, let's just say it hasn't been gorgeous.
been reading many books...i think i should get back to revising my italian.
i want to visit mexico. we have great people to stay with. but the airfares are too steep.
everything has become ridiculously expensive, owing to the much talked about phenomenon of inflation---i've been rather appalled, to say the least.
i have a busy weekend ahead.
i haven't written a poem in days.
i think last semester's academic work has really had quite a profound influence over moi...lines by emily dickinson, mary coleridge and even aime cesaire keep drifitn about in my mind! no one's complaining though.
i shall resume swimming in a day or two.
i want to read the murder of roger ackroyd. oh, and i FINALLY read the murder on the orient express, and i've figured out why it is such a big deal.
what else? lots more, actually, but am feeling really indolent.
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