Sleepwalking

Got a blood test and ultrasound done on Monday to figure out whether or not I have hyperthyroidism (reason #214 not to breed). Until the test results are out and my doc is back from his vacation to explain them to me, he's given me propanol which I keep forgetting to take twice a day. Spent my two days of sick leave on watching and rewatching my new and old Bollywood DVDs, yet somehow still haven't even opened my copy of Ishqiya which I'd bought a few years ago ... Anyway, I won't allow myself to buy Dedh Ishqiya until I've watched the first one.

Going to work is a such drag. I can't sleep at night and spend most — if not the entire — day so tired it feels like I'm sleepwalking or drunk from the lightheadedness (all side effects of propanol apparently). Ugh fuck me, FML.

Finally it's my turn to watch The Lunchbox (this title has such a long queue of requests at my workplace). I yelled, "I WANT A LESS AMBIGUOUS ENDING!", but have since decided the denouement is as good as it gets. The Lunchbox is really, really lovely.