I'm not in the mood for writing. All I want is to snooze, day and night. That's been my drill for the past two days, all thanks to the dreaded Benadryl. That stuff, folks, is a beverage from the pits of despair. I wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole.
There was absolutely zilch to do throughout the day, a perfectly valid excuse in my book, one I can lean on without a shred of guilt.
But let's face the facts: I was just plain lazy, and that led to a minor catastrophe. I couldn't even muster the energy to play Duolingo and keep my streak alive, so I had to cash in my streak freeze. Now I've got to be on my toes; a lackadaisical approach could cost me my 412+ day streak.
Whoops, I'm veering off course. Why am I making this so long-winded? That's not what I intended to share!
Let's fast-forward to the afternoon. I'd practically drained my cough syrup, and its chemical embrace had me waltzing through the day in a daze.
Around 1-2 PM, I plunged into a deep sleep and had one heck of a hair-raising dream. Truth be told, I have no clue what it was about, but I'm thrilled because it marked my return to the world of dreaming after a ten-day dry spell at college.
I snapped awake in a hurry, my eyes frantically scanning for my "MoM" – only to realize I was getting all sentimental and emotional late at night. My mom wasn't there, but my beefy roommate was, and that irritated me even more. Then, it hit me like a ton of bricks: I wasn't home.
In the midst of this morning madness, I'd completely forgotten to have lunch, and all I had on hand to appease my rumbling stomach was garlic khakra. By the time 5 PM rolled around, my insides were staging a rodent marathon.
Oopsie Doopsie! How could I forget to mention that today was supposed to be the epic Ind vs. Pak Asia Cup Match? Although it got canceled, the whole campus was buzzing with anticipation to stream the match. Hats off to the team for making it happen!
The rest of the day was a yawning void. Nothing much to report on that front. Had dinner, and to my surprise, Anshuman, who was down with a high fever, had still managed to buy the lip balm I asked for. What a hero!
Dinner was nothing to write home about except for this sweet treat I've been craving for ages. It was called besan ki barfi. I only grabbed a measly 2 grams of it. I wanted more, but my tummy wasn't having it.
The gang and I decided to take a late-night saunter around campus. Dhairya decided to show off his brawn by attempting to hoist me onto his shoulders. It was both amusing and perilous, given that I'm no featherweight. We snapped some pics, shared hearty laughs, and I even managed to capture a killer shot using an Instagram filter. Probably not the best idea to share it online, though.
Alright, I've rambled on long enough. It's pretty late, and my roommate is sawing logs, while I'm here watching the second-to-last episode of "You" and simultaneously penning this blog. P.S.: Joe is a real piece of work; I can't stand the guy. All he does is eliminate anyone who gets between him and Beck!
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