Just.

Happy Independence Day. This post is about a week late. Yet not at all. Maybe its taken me a week to evaluate it completely.

Last Saturday, 9 Aug I stayed awake for 24 hours at a stretch. Why is still beyond me. How too. Was it just to keep a bet or was there a deeper convoluted meaning which I still havent been able to fathom? Fuck it. I had one of the sexiest morning walks listening to Teri Meri Milan Ki Yeh Raina followed by Supermassive Black Hole and a lot of random stuff which doesnt make any sense. My eyes looked Rhode Island Red if thats possible and my left eye is still carrying around aftershocks of that night causing me to look like the unfortunate victim of a particularly violent wrestling bout. But in the end K and I won. We didnt celebrate much. I slept. He stayed awake for another 12 hours.

Loojer.