The day I turned 21

Here's my first attempt at a blog.

A very strange way to turn 21 ('twas yesterday), it was, trying to catch some sleep in the side upper berth of a train while getting back to my last semester at college. Trying I say, for two reasons. One that the berth being just a few inches shorter than what would suffice cramped me to no small extent. And secondly, as it was my birthday, everyone who cared called, not at the same time, no, but with a gap of 20 minutes which is the amount of time I usually take to go back to sleep. Couple this with the facts that I tend to wake every time the train stops and that I had to get off the train at 4 in the morning and I estimated that I'd had barely three hours of broken and light sleep. On top of all this, my lecture timetable is so screwed up that the only sleep i could get was in the lectures and none in between.

The high point of the day, rather night, was dinner with friends. Though delayed by indecision and financial concerns, it turned out to be a fun outing with lots of food and drink. Found out a dry martini is not all a friend made it out to be. And that five drinks do not do much to a person. Except making you sleep less. So I'm off to sleep as I've not got my mandatory eight-hours-a-day.