I am running out of book space in my room. My clothes are on two shelves in the cupboard ( it has eight shelves in all ) and the rest of it is filled with books ( one shelf has the mp3 and game cds). I transfer the books that I am done reading to the cupboard in the Big Room , beside the TV, and even that’s fast filling up. The two crates that I had bought in the MR Book Stall sale are in my room now, and I have not opened them because there’s no place to keep them. Well, actually, I did open them – to show the stuff to Rishi and to read one of the books, but they are still in the crates. Chandru says he will give me a wooden box that can double as a table. He has been saying that since last month, and now when I think of that box I see it as an ornate Treasure Chest, huge and heavy, that can fit all my books with space to spare. Great Expectations!<\/p>\n
My computer’s screwed. The hard disk, actually. It’s on the verge of crashing again, and the least I can do is to burn all the unwritten stuff ( not too much ) and take backups of Game-saves. A remarkable coincidence – but the two days I linked peripherals through the USB port, the OS crashed – it says there is some VFAT problem. I had to reinstall Windows again yesterday, the third time in the last four weeks.<\/p>\n
Eight months after I bought my computer, I have managed to get the audio system working properly. Mostly becuase I installed PowerDVD-XP 4, which supports Dolby 5.1 audio now – listening to the Boys<\/i> DTS cd is a genuine pleasure, as if I have grown extra ears and can hear more bits of the music now. Some instruments\/voices get highlighted differently in 5.1 audio, so there is the occasional surprise. <\/p>\n
I can never get my room cleaner beynd a certain point. Whenever I go back home, I see dust on the monitor and dust in the corners and assorted stuff lying on the floor and some clothes on the bed. I clean them up. I sleep. I come to the office. I go back home. The dust is back.<\/p>\n
I just read what I wrote so far. My brain feels like it’s been subjected to a burst of Mr Freeze’s popsicle gun. I am so<\/i> boring. And bored.<\/p>\n