Hazy day
5am this morn, Barcelona secured victory over Copenhagen. I wasn’t too delighted even then becoz none [of the goals] were from Villa. Went to sleep, got a pitiful 3.5 hours before being awakened by my bro. Hailed a cab and went home from friend’s house.
Worried a little about the later part of the day. Noticed the sky was hazy, a halcyon yet smothering kinda grey, wasn’t too pleased. Then it happened. Just happened like that.
Managed a frail smile. Maybe hazy days are my days after all, a lucky charm, bestowed upon an earthling such as myself suffering hitherto in a star-crossed era.
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