Stress season at Grouch-a-Ville

Its high-stress season at Grouch-a-Ville and the Lady of the house is seen to be walking around with a demented,dazed look in her eyes and hair standing on its end as if she has been sitting on a  Van de Graaff generator all day. Talking of electricity, there had been no power at all the whole day today and needless to say,  pouring over hoards of notes,  sweating like a menopausal pig and thinking about the blatant unfairness of life all day only added insult AND injury to the accentuated levels of grouchiness. Sigh......  


                  Now would have been the perfect time to shove my head in an electrical oven and die (my idea of a memorable death) but since our trusty government has oh-so benevolently decided to cut down on our consumption of electricity, one is not even able to do that. Can't a citizen even DIE peacefully by a method of his or her own fancy in this bloody socialist republican country??? You know its pathetic beyond redress when even your choice of ways and means to die are being curtailed, cut down and controlled by the government. Sigh.............


Mangoes and yogurt (being two of my favorite food) had been my comfort food today to make the apparent abhorring nature of life and its complexities go away. Add to it some plump, juicy strawberries finely chopped and you've got yourself a bowl of divine goodness! The tangy, the sweet and the creamy accentuates and compliments each other making it the ultimate marriage of irrefutable perfection. God's food I'd say, though too much of it can make you feel rather queasy inside. 


Speaking of God's food, I've long since wondered whether ambrosia is sweet or savory. I've always thought of it as sweet, but what about the Gods who don't have that much of a sweet tooth so to speak? If it was savory, what about the Gods who cannot handle the spices? (like yours truly here) I've always felt sorry for the Divine Kind for having to eat the same thing day in day out (imagine a God entering a restaurant and opening up the menu card *Ambrosia, Ambrosia, Ambrosia, Ambrosia, Ambrosia.............And today's special - AMBROSIA!!!!!) We the mortals are much luckier that way I suppose with so many types of cuisines and so many dishes and delicacies to choose from. Maybe God orders take-outs from earth once in a while. Who knows. The shady looking dude in a hoody standing in front of you in the take-out queue might just be a God who's fed up with the ambrosia menus. 


Sometimes I wish I was a bookworm residing within the pages of the constitution. I could then eat and eat and eat away at its pages till there was nothing left and the future law students of the country would be spared the imminent torture of having to suffer through its many provisions and acts. I mean, how stupid is it that one has to go through a law paper just to get in to law college where you will be spending the next four precious years of your life studying law anyway? Wouldn't an IQ test and an interview do? I mean we have enough brain-dead parrots in our country to create the world's largest stuffed parrot museum, don't you think?       


I get quite loony and violent during exam times and I've long since suspected that The Darling adores it (only this morning he confirmed my suspicion :D ) Anyways, he does his best to appease my nerves with bountiful declarations of love, gentle encouragements and promises of many "fun stuff" to attend to after the exam (Yeeey!!) So yes, its just another exam created by morons to depress us perfectly happy-in-sanity people and detract us from our collective mission of saving the world. (Yes, and The Darling agreed to help) I am no longer free to nap at unlikely hours *sob sob*


My fundamental rights are being infringed!! I demand an ex mero motu!! Help! I'm losing it! :(