what is manure?

poora routine kharab ho gya hae.. its past 2 in the night and im drinkong soup (very good, the thela kind.. dead murgi hanging as ad... the works) my cd player is dead.. i so want to get on with the sabro brothers ka cd... i can feel the itching.. its like this ache... music too is like an addioction.. makes me a heroinchie.. a musiconchie... i need to start praying, theres an ajeeb sa restlessness im not able to get rid off... im done with most of my pending work, par sakoon nahin araha... i feel theres smthg to be done all the time... went for tikka nihario at burns road today.. to su's later, she got surgery kal raaat... first time im hearing of a surgery in the night... what else.. flawah is baat hoee.. and ofcourse all my anger melted, literally flew away... one cant be upset too long for someone who is so obviously sincere.. counmtdown has begiun... everyone wanted to know how iwas feeling now that its all so close.. im okay... pretty relaxed actually.. its just the public aspectof it all that gives me goosebumps and make sme want to fly away to thatta or jump into the river jhelum.. frere hall bhi gaye, it was pleasant.. thanda thanda, green green...my driving classes are going well.. the woman is a witch which is good because if i had charmed her as i do most, id never get anything done... dandae kae zore sae hee seekh saktee hoon... but she's mental man.. taking me to bloody saddar, ranchore line and kharadar on my first day.. almost as though she trying to scare me off... im reading victor ostrovosky's by way of deception.. its a good book... i had no idea that itelligence was this complicated, this messed up an affair.. by cd player is actually growling as i write this... i know the isi business pretty well considering the General ssituation in the extended family but still.. theek thaak bad scene hae.. cd player is getting violent now so im going to go sleep...