I feel like a zombie now. Tried to sleep , but didn't get any. My body and brain is dead tired but somehow it doesn't want rest. Today will be the first talk on projective line minus three points. Rarely I have given a good talk in my life. I always assume those things which I know, as universally known, those thing that makes me interested, as universally interesting. So I screw up often. As this is the compression of a 200 page highly dense paper, I guess there is a real chance that I will bore everyone again. Anyway, it doesn't matter, in this great scheme of objects and incidence if I understand certain things properly then it is good enough.
Last night I went to buy cigarette from the vending machine. It is a bit far from my residence, and the area is really superb. You can find drug dealers selling drugs, police trying to catch homeless people and prostitutes selling their body, if you are lucky like me you can find some old gay trying to seduce you. Anyway I went their, put a 20 euro note inside, pressed the button for marlboro and waited, nothing happened. So I pressed all the buttons. After sometime a packet of condom came out, then a packet of Lucky Strike, some weird cigarette, and then marlboro. I put all the things on my pocket and headed back towards my room. Then I thought , if police catches me now, and finds all those things in my pocket, then what will be a good story connecting all these three things. I thought that I will tell them that its my girlfriends 24 th birthday, so 12 marlboro my brand 12 lucky strilke her brand, we will make cake and put this cigarettes on it. And the condoms will be used as ballons. Well I thought this was funny. But now, as I write it , I find it really boring.
Anyway jiske khudke ghar shishe ke ho woh nanga hoke kapda change nehi kiya karte.
Good morning.
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