Simply because, somehow, very mysteriously, jogging becomes an activity that is operated from the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of payasam.
I don’t write anymore. Yes, It has been ages since I have written these sad, boring pointless stuff that nobody ever reads. I have become terribly lazy. And my life has become terribly pointless.
But I think I want to start writing again sometime. Atleast just so I do not forget how to spell words like ‘the’, ‘pffft’, ‘flatulence’ etc.
But, in another parallel universe, I have been doing some household stuff after all. I’ve been crocheting, trying out some paper quilling stuff. So I guess I can say I am not that lazy.
And here’s an old shoe rack that I converted into a book shelf today. Also, I am trying to modestly show off my batman bookends.
Am I becoming old?