Grant me 3 wishes.
I need to finish this by tomorrow evening. It feels like college days again. Fuelled on taurine (read: Livita...couldn't find RedBull earlier), music, distraction (online/offline) and procrastination. It's 10 to 2. But oh yeah, life used to start after 2 am.
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Had an extended dinner with the kids. Nisha thinks I am too hard on her. I sometimes wonder, if people ever learn if life's lessons come in packets of easy-to-swallow, motivational gems. Just a hard smack, or godforsaken fear. Most often than not, that works out more splendidly. We sat down outside the faux-japanese establishment; smoking while talking about abnormal bodily mutilation caused by careless indulgence of vices; poking fun at bad spellings; planning for (exciting) tea parties.
It's hard to believe, but youth is slowly escaping me.