Hols. Sleep. Bliss.

I feel like I need to write. There is this complusive sort of tingling in my fingers which makes me want to write about something, anything. But I'm not quite sure what I want to write about either, so I'm just going to ramble a bit about the hols, what I've been doing etc. etc.

So. Hols. Hm. Well I've pretty much done nothing. And by nothing I mean nothing which can be remotely called productive. I've slept and slept like a log for hours at an end, eaten home food and watched random stuff. Met a couple of people in between but pretty much been in hibernation. Although I did get disowned by a few people owing to the lack of communication from me but they eventually came around to talking to me again because they realised the futility of trying to not be friends with me. Heh.

Apart from that, I've tried unsuccessfully to clear my head. Of the gazillion things that are messed up in it. Tried and given up. I'm hoping the hills will help with that. Like they usually do. I did gain some perspective about Delhi though. Surprisingly, while having a completely unrelated conversation with Dad. But yeah, more about that next time. I'll let sleep take over for now. What bliss.