A Toast

Happy birthday to me. I'm turning 22 in the widow's words, I lit the candle.
I am finally working again, although I am yet to write a report which was due yesterday. In the last four months apart from having leant a lot, I also happened to befriend an uncle who writes down everything I say to him about computers and managed to consume 20 odd cigarettes on the department terrace at 2 AM.
I'm getting hooked to guitar.
I went drinking with my dad for the first time. He got me shoes and lots of stories from the Tien An Men square.
Sangam footer is back. I've gotten quicker and fitter than last sem.
A toast to everyone.
To Eric, finally back in the circle; To the prodigal widow, now employed at Bangaluru; To Hyde and Kelso, back from their husband-wife-husband honeymoon; To Red, alive and kicking balls again; To Donna, who doesn't know I read his love letters; To Jackie, his job and everything; and to Fez, good luck with matters of heart.