Update

Days like these, I feel happy. There's fog outside my window permanently, and I'm trying to replicate that in my bathroom. Especially when I know that my father's going to use the bathroom after I take my bath, I run the geyser so hot that the bathroom mirror steams up, and then write "I'm Going Bald" or other such messages for him to see. Yes, I'm mean. I use different ones for my mother, targetting other areas of vanity, naturally.

Days like these, I feel unworried. There is a reason winter is so wonderful. I don't have to bother about what I'm wearing since all the outside world gets to see anyway is a denim jacket. I can wear sneakers day in and day out. I can drink more tea than I should and blame it on the weather. I don't like washing my hair during winter, though. So I chopped it off, in spite of my inner self screaming out to me to not do it. I feel like Bruce Wayne in a cave of bats when I enter a salon. I lie throughout the procedure - why yes, of course I use leave-in conditioner. And yes, I do wrap a hot towel around my head once a week, and crack eggs onto my scalp every Sunday. What do I look like, a retard? The lady cutting my hair yesterday asked me if I was in a bad mood because I was cutting it all off, and I was so tempted for a moment to invent a dark emo past for myself and turn it into a hairdressing confessional. So tempted. But I decided to keep that for another day, it doesn't do to push one's luck.

Days like these, I feel the old desire returning to wreak havoc in the world in some irrelevant way or the other. Maybe I'll do something big. But first, trip photos tomorrow.