Sitting at home for one month confined to a bed isnt the best thing that can happen to anyone. But the very thought of going to college this Monday is giving me the heebie-jeebies. The fact that my brain has the worst orientation, and that I have no clue of what would be expected to do is making things worse.
I can already see myself grappling with the bed-sheet and looking at the clock every five minutes.
Let me grab my Pepsi and watch episodes of Bones and hope old politicians realise they are going to die in a few years and it is of no use stacking up wads of cash, hope Amar Singh gets a healthy political party and hope Arsenal tops the BPL chart.
Dreadful.
