Friday night, I show up at my home completely z0nked. I thought I was the only guy who used words like z0nked or b0rked, but apparently lots of people I met during FOSS.in said stuff like that a LOT. Hari had given me a lift back home and I managed to get inside by pure will alone. While taking the camera out of my pocket, wanted to give one last try to make it work - it hadn't worked after I fell down after all the jumping at the phenom concert (which is one reason I don't have too many photos). Anyway, it worked for an instant before I ran out of batteries (see the charger in that image).
It's a mess
but it's *MY* mess.
A careful observer (or anyone who clicks the link) can make out two terry pratchetts - The Carpet People (green cover) and the Wee Free Men (the beige one), a google t-shirt. One un-opened FOSS.in t-shirt (I nicked f3ew's), Long Dark Teatime of the Soul by Douglas Adams, two remotes (mp3/dvd player and music system), an entire week's worth of newspapers and several other items of interest to me (like that packet of biscuits near the bed).
After all, what is a bed but a 6x3 foot grave from which you rise everyday.
--What if life throws you pumpkins ?