Sunday, May 25, 2008


Whenever I visit my childhood home, something peculiar happens to the grown-up me.

This time, I've managed to not lose my mind completely (only been here about 30 hours though). Nor have I had any tension headaches or clenched jaw moments. I have, however, fallen into that I just want to lie down and sleep feeling. Which makes for crappy blogging, as you can attest to at this very moment.

And that, I believe, calls for a cute boy picture to make things all better.

I prefer to fantasize think about him more as The Namesake than Kumar, for the most part. Not that I've put a lot of thought into it or anything.