Antidepressants.

turning a study session into a conversation that uncannily resembles a game of skeletons in the closet. Making plans to steal a turbooz at 5 am in order to metamorphize it into the king kong of all bongs, impersonating the wonderbunny by jumping up and down at the speed of a highly excited chuwawa to "seven nation army". Taking turns talking for five whole minutes on absurd and random topics such as tea cosy's, penis's and the likes, walking to seven west through piles of snow, in the 8 am sunny whiteness of a -5 degree morning that feels more like -20, inhaling a juicy steak, cheese omellete and potatoes for breakfast,listening to unchained melody while doing so, singing along in your head because your mouths full, falling asleep at 10:30 am on a saturday morning with a belly on the brink of explosion, waking up at 5:30 pm with no urgency or anxiety,lying in bed talking about nothing for another hour, catching up with an old friend who decided to visit, dressing up for a night out on the town. having a night out on the town in an alternate state of mind and describing a night out on the town thrice using the same painfully boring cliche. Having a random but innocent conversation with complete strangers, reflecting on our respective experiences of the night at the shawarma place while ridding the hole that is my stomach of the peculiar feeling of hunger that so often characterizes the aftermath of a prolonged session of dancing, Returning to the suite of sin at 4 am to play need for speed with ten other people, feeling nostalgic to the old indian song playing in the cab on the way home, falling asleep on the phone at 6 am on a sunday morning and waking up to unexpected visitors, 2 of whom are insanely adorable boys between the ages of 4 and 8, being silly with the boys and having pizza and coke for breakfast (followed by ice cream). Once again failing miserably to create a dent in the pluto sized body of work thats beginning to make my back bend from its weight, thinking about the grind called my week that starts tomorrow and trying to find little pockets of time and allot them to various sections of work knowing well its never going to happen. Long showers. Breathing. I love weekends.