Of Apples, Alcohol and a Pinky
It's pretty late at night right now, almost one o'clock. I'm really sleepy. I'm yawning continuously and my eyes are half closed. I'm trying to keep awake so I can get started on my drawing submission, but it doesn't look like that's happening.I want an apple. I like apples. Usually, I like them cut so I can eat them easily without getting my hands mucked up, but right now, I want an uncut fresh apple.
I also want Aditi back here from Calcutta. I miss her. I want pinky so that I can thaachi nicely!!
Does anyone know the words of the nursery rhyme "Sing a song of six pence..."? Please please send them to me...! And also, please suggest some good books for me to read. I'm dying for a nice book. Dying!
Did you even remotely understand this post? I tend to blabber when I'm sleepy. And I'm sleepy now. Hence the blabberation.
Guys are pigs.
Bye! Much much love!
blabbered by Aditi @ 12:28 AM
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