Lately, all I want to do is go out in the sun, read books, listen to music and talk to people.
I think that maybe-God forbid- I am growing up and out of the phase when hardcore clubbing till the wee hours of the day was THE definition of fun.
Or maybe I consumed the whole of my clubbing quota during my first few months in Paris, that now I barely want to shake anything other than milk and chocolate and have it while reading Kundera in Luxembourg!
