Confinement Day #5

The Thai curry was really good. Well,  most of it. Not the chicken heart bit but everything else was fine. Human contact was good for me, RP was concerned. She felt that even in her most productive moments (translate most zombified moments) she had her family check in on her to "see if she is still breathing". The picture I paint to the others must seem awfully bleak for them to extend their companionship to me. I do call home regularly. I do stay online perpetually. And I do do things that would keep myself entertained and happy - like the ice cream coffee I made today was really good, that's an example. Plus, I did get 7 weeklies instead of 5; same girl told me that you can't use the voucher on a public holiday. She wasn't very friendly initially - I think she mistook me for someone else. And then she finally realised I do contribute to her salary, that's when she started being nice. My dad once pointed out that you can create a profile of a person - tastes - based on the genre of movies one like. But I just realised that even from the selection one makes, one cannot disregard the fact that it was from a list preselected for you to choose. I didn't have much of a choice today; in fact I was pretty sure, I would not watch those I had selected if (1) I had more choices (2) I did not have to choose SEVEN (3) there were more things to watch than one hour of 'Heroes' this week. So much for profiling. But having said that, they were still preferred choices over the others and that would still reveal something about my 'tastes' I guess. (Or rather, who are my favourite actors/actresses). I also discovered something interesting about D today. For someone who is so quiet and disinterested in engaging in a verbal dialogue with anybody, except on the rare occasions when he decides he needs to, is very expressive when it comes to describing his blisters. He couldn't stop talking about it both yesterday and today. In fact he sms-ed me just to tell me the various stages of their progress i.e. how the 'juice' (he calls them juice!) is oozing out and what it does to his socks and bedsheets. Speaking of progress, I am nearly finishing my introduction. Keyword: Nearly.