Freshly shampooed hair. You smell like a bunch of posies yourself. The night is young, the mood is vibrant, the feet can't wait to hit the dance floor, the company's ready... You're all of 23, have the perfect thing to wear for a rollicking time. All set to live... it... up!
And then...
You spend the evening in a sweaty corner of your room. The television is blaring. The IPL matches annoy you. The heat kills your appetite. Your pooches ignore you. Your family abandons all bonding plans to sit under the fan and do nothing that requires any energy. Two hours whiz by while you wash and put away the ever growing mountain of dishes in the sink, oblivious to the sweat droplets that merge with the water as you scrub. Then you walk up and blog about how exciting your life is.
Whoopie!
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