A drunk uncle happens to be passed out on my bed, even as I try to finish a Chaucer assignment. And prior to that, he spent around fifteen minutes trying to convince me about body-building and God. What did I do? I just smiled and nodded.
Sigh, life is wickedly amusing, really!
And yes, the concept of irony is overused, and often wrongly too. Otherwise, one could see it just about everywhere.
But yeah, at least I'm settled back into my comfort zone. Damn, what a trip! As for Delhi, it's just about delightful right now.
Sometimes i feel like Chaucer infact, was a drunk uncle. second year's pretty kickass, I was too stoned and absent to realize it last year. Your blog makes me want to to smoke. it's weird :D
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