Last night I had a marathon conversation with my friends. We went on asking inane questions to each other till 3 in the morning. It was fun. I dreamt all night that, I was having messenger conversations and assassinating people. I think I made a very good assassin. I have that air of non-descriptness (is there a word like that?) about me.
Exams are a week away. I'm not panicking, not studying, not doing anything. I bit my tongue, and it hurts a little. Yeah... That's the only eventful thing that has happened to me all week.