Bliss.

Bliss.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Of Inky Records and splitting Headaches.

Water fights (or water therapy as I call it) should never occur in the vicinity of a Record.
A bio record. Written in black Ink. With drawings.


I'm such an UB. Pa's B'day tomorrow. I've got a few songs he might like. I'll write something. That's ALL.
And frankly, I don't feel like writing too. Because that would seem Fake. Earlier, I wouldn't have felt this way, but now, Yes.


Mol.B is something I need to get a hang of.
And Ray Optics on Monday. And AIPMT exam on Saturday, after that the PUC term exam.
Hmm. All that haggling with Gopalan was a waste of time?


I feel like doing something productive. Bye.