Goa

I don’t want to go to Goa!!! Please someone save me.

Please hack into the airport computer and cancel all the flights. Then it will be only mom, sis, the niece and me in the posh hotel since we are ‘too poor’ to fly!

But seriously this is becoming ridiculous. I’ve been over-sleeping and avoiding phone calls. I have to snap out of it. I have to be careful cos I’m going to have two lovely days to brood about it on the train as well.

But really. I’ve never packed a swimsuit with so much unenthusiasm. Word tells me that ‘unenthusiasm’ isn’t even a word. Disenthusiasm? No doesn’t work either.

But anyway. It’s quite silly. Why should I feel that I have to compete. I’m me – bad hair and all – that’s all there is to it.