Underground

Here’s the deal. I am going to be unreachable on cellphone and missing on gtalk. I won’t be seen parking anywhere else but in my own room. I will go to mess alone. I will go to fag alone. I will have coffee alone. Alone, I guess is the key here. I won’t be talking much to anyone. In fact I would avoid talking at all times without appearing weird, if possible. I shall check all my mails and Google reader updates once every day at 12 in the night and finish replying/commenting, if needed, by 1. I won’t deny myself the pleasure of blogging, because that my dear friends, could prove to be suicidal. A blog a day is fair. A blog a day, should come. But I shall certainly not view my own site (yes, I do view vatsap.com like a million times a day).

This ordeal shall end on the 29th of Feb. Today is Valentine’s day. My love deprived heart might cheer up a little to see some romantic comments. So what if I shall be seeing them only when the day is over? Wish me.

And to you, my dear reader, who, over a period of time, has built a praiseworthy appetite for phres blogshit, I wish you, happy V day. Go, fall in love. And if you are already in love, need I say anything?

I need time with myself. I need to get underground.