did two things i wanted to do with all my heart. one was to watch MI3 and the other was to bake a devil's food cake. tom cruise is superawesome. yes, he IS indeed the male answer to jolie and wins hands down anyday. scientology and leaping on the couch notwithstanding, he is the ultimate pin-up material. though typing this sentence makes me feel a wee bit disloyal towards george clooney (why, i always wanted to fit in).
i had to wake up obscenely early, go without my coffee and was in a horrible mood. called a not-so-deserving friend a bloody stupid fuck for no good reason and boiled in the heat, getting elbowed by half of calcutta who were gleaming, dazzling and tinkling in loud attires that had no business being out of the wardrobe on a sunday morning at 9:30 with the humidity upto the 90's. but the movie made up for most of it. also, being misinformed by well-meaning souls, i kept expecting to see tom cruise die in the first half. so things were super tense for me, while friends who did not have that insider knowledge were relatively chilled, except when they spotted their mobile phone on the screen and had to be restrained by force and later disowned for the emotional outbursts that occurred more than once.
later, i also managed to handle two consecutive lunches, get a ninety minute nap with my mouth open - 3 inches i'm told, and baked a cake from scratch in 25 minutes flat. knowing that i can still bake makes me feel smug