I felt so very proud of myself, every time I wrote a --/1/2011 in my class notes. Part of it is that I remembered to write the date, and more than part of it is that I remembered that it was 2011. (You see, I've this propensity to write --/1/2007 instead of --/1/2008, --/1/2008 instead of --/1/2009, you get the drift. ) And so, when I was done, I underlined it with flourish. And then, on Jan 12th, I felt proud enough to make a note of this in my diary.
And then my eyes fall on the date of the previous entry, and I smiled, a very amused smile, eyes crinkling and all: it read 8/10/2010. Seriously, October?
It was not really surprising, given that I've suddenly landed in Feb 2009 after a month and 24 days in 2010. Now I think about it, sometimes it was 20010.
Oh, and I swear I remember writing 2008, sometime smack in the middle of 2010.
Yes, I iz incorrigible.
And then my eyes fall on the date of the previous entry, and I smiled, a very amused smile, eyes crinkling and all: it read 8/10/2010. Seriously, October?
It was not really surprising, given that I've suddenly landed in Feb 2009 after a month and 24 days in 2010. Now I think about it, sometimes it was 20010.
Oh, and I swear I remember writing 2008, sometime smack in the middle of 2010.
Yes, I iz incorrigible.
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