I need a bad day.

Fridays are good days. Minimal hours of lecture in which those you can just sleep in anyway. Friday prayers makes the area even dead-er and more quiet thus making it ideal to fall asleep.

It's just as though the whole campus sleeps with you.

Until you reach for your bed to find it seared. Lying down anyway felt extremely comforting for a couple of minutes. Then the legs get burnt and you start sweating.

You ignore the salt building up on the pores of your skin and continue forcing your mind into slumber.

and here comes the B*tch and the F*ck and the whole motherload of words you kept for emergencies like this.

Once again, i've come to a conclusion that i'll never get any afternoon sleep unless dark clouds swarm over my campus turning my good day into a bad one.

Happy Birthday Nash ganesan Arunachalam.

May you have a good day.

=)

and
A Good Year.

-Weed out-