i have a cold.

i also have a test tomorrow.

i haven't really studied for it because i was too engrossed in downloading the Delhi 6 soundtrack.

i love the songs of Delhi 6.

i also love A. R. Rahman.

i think he's a genius.

my father has been listening to ABBA all evening and prancing about like a happy 16 year old.

my mother has been whining like a 5 year old for a birthday present.

i'm in one of the dangerous moods where i have an attention span of not more than 3 minutes. this is especially terrifying because there are another 4 men waiting for me once i get through Machiavelli.

i just realised that this post feels exactly like one by Nandita.

i lack creativity and originality.

a sense of belatedness seems to be stalking me all the time.

Argh.