It's pure shit to procrastinate, but the idea is stalled. I got past the title, three lines, and then ideas came. No ideas to do with Vedic Mathematics. I am sitting here all alone in my big house missing my allies: Arun, Git, Mary, Nina, kitchi, and Karan. Mistakes can be made, but were they worth it. Why am I not regretting anything? Because, you stupid crow you have some numbers to compute, some words to conjure, some thoughts to sort out. Leave.
Summary: I am suffering from Writer's Block. I am missing my friends.
11 May 2010
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