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    me.

I'm in India! We're staying in one of my favourite parts of India to stay in, which is this place in Bombay called Powai, where I lived when I was in third grade for about eight months before we hopped on, off, and away to Shanghai. Powai's amazing, it has everything I need (good food, good bookstores, and good weather), but most importantly, it has a thing called Janta Bakery, which is Love in the form of a bakery. They have the best samosas in the world. 

The only downside is was the plane ride, which was ... kind of awful. Apparently, I had a seizure on the plane - which I don't actually remember - because the entire flight screwed up my sleep schedule, and then I sobbed throughout the entire landing, because it was miserable and hurt so much. I don't know why it hurts, some people say it might be sinuses, but it hurts, a lot, and I hate it. Then, when the plane landed, we had to get me a wheelchair to get around the airport, because I was still pretty out of it and couldn't walk.

Yeah. I really hate aeroplanes.

It's really not been a good week for me, health wise. This last week, I kind of had to beg off fitness since after Tuesday, because it hurt to walk. Or to sit. Or to have legs. It's not my fault, I found this app called PumpUp (which is really fantastic, by the way - it's free and it's great for fitness, I highly recommend it) and I did a workout, thought it was fine and was quite pleased with myself, and then, suddenly, pain on the day after, letting me know that it was Most Definitely Not Fine.

So, in shocking news: water is wet and fitness is pain. I'm better now, so there's no need to worry, I'm just, you know, airing out my fitness woes, as you do.

Anyway, in other, much happier news: last week, my mother got me an ereader as a belated birthday gift (from last year) and a graduation gift in one go! It's a Kindle Paperwhite. It is gorgeous. I am in love with it. Did you know there are around 29,000 free eBooks to be downloaded? OK, so you probably knew that, but did you know I'm going to download all of the ones I can find in English and try to read them all?

OK, you probably knew that too. Well done, you. 

So, now that I have an easily portable version to do so, I've started reading Les Miserables, in addition to the books I'm reading for my Coursera course. I tried to finish it when I was in ninth grade / year 10, but then homework and exams happened, so I had to stop, which was super irritating, because I really loved it, but now I have the time to finish it and love it even more. I love the writing style so much.

Anyway, how are you? What're your thoughts on ereaders versus books? :heart:
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The Unemployed Assassin“Why don’t you tell me why you’re here, Jim?”
I crossed my legs in an attempt to get comfortable, but it only made my sitting position worse.  The fancy couches in Dr. Valencia’s office had less support than a deadbeat dad and she probably only chose them because it made the room seem like a still from a movie.  It might have worked if I was a pretty young lady lounging about, but it only made me more uncomfortable.
“Well, I’m going to go to jail if I’m not here every week,” I replied.  “That was the bargain.”
“That’s not really what I was asking about.”  She knew the truth, but just wanted to get some sick satisfaction out of hearing me say it.
I kept my mouth shut and let her look like she was anticipating something for five minutes.  If I could use up the whole hour doing that, I was set.
She tapped her fingers on her ledger.  “You know, Jim, we’re having the
 

The title of the journal is from a lovely poem called The Third Hour of the Night, by Frank Bidart.


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I don't like ereaders, because ... I can't use them. The screen hurts my eyes and my vision goes all watery and blurry and it lasts for *hours* after I have stopped reading, so it's paper all the way for me. If they ever stop making paper books I will be very upset, because then I won't be able to read any more. :(

I'm sorry the plane ride was so bad for you. Have you seen your doctor about stuff to make it easier? Anyway, now you are there, enjoy India and the warm weather and the lovely scents in the air and the samosas and just everything that you love about it.

Sounds like you over-did it with the exercise. You usually feel it the next day - and all the days after that - when that happens. Stay warm, look after yourself, and I hope the pain goes away soon so you can gently start up again.

*hugs*