4 hours of sleep last night. We were up till 5am last night. They were mostly drinking, cooking & eating. After coming home from a wicked injection of live music, I stayed up to talk to a good friend from back home about school & statistics & listen to her 2 year old son giggle at the Hindi voices in the background. Bliss.
I am sitting on the floor of my apartment in my dirtiest clothes on Saturday morning. My flatmates are all comatose. I am waiting for a ride from someone I've never met to a big paint fight in an Auckland suburb.
It is Holi - the Indian festival of colours. My stained white shirt will never have looked better!
In fact, I might just bring all my clothes & roll around a bit. A new wardrobe might be nice.