Monday, January 6, 2014

00:04 IST
Downstairs Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

So much to say and nothing to talk about. The better half of the day was spent in a hungover state. The childhood best friend had her bachelorette last evening and time was spent drinking and dancing and drinking and recording drunk videos and drinking the the muddy, icky brown liqueour of old monks. Finalised some blouse pieces today. Slept. Read a LOT of Delhi by Khushwant Singh. I really dislike his expressions. He is vulgar and uses too many adjectives. But the stories are fascinating, so is the form. He translates memoirs and writes them in the first person as memoirs. Fun to read. I fretted about the docu as well. Not done anything on it except for fretting. Need to make a start soon. Lazy daisy work please!