I know that all of last week, I wanted to post. Except now I can't remember about what.

There is a dearth of good looking men in Delhi. In the Delhi High Court. Especially at work. Whataypity.

Completely unrelated, the other day I dreamt I was pleasantly floating above my own body in a pool of aerated drinks. I woke up very happy. That cannot be normal, right?

I mean there was this sensation of a cooling frothy wave of Coke lapping at my feet while hair was flowing in Fanta. There is absolutely no reason for any of this to feel great, but it was.

I think I'm going mad.