So much as happened, I don't even know where to begin with.

Constipated. Slippery slope. Driver-less. Drift. Silence. Dissonance. The one nightmare. That one dream from eons ago.

I ran home from somewhere-near-school on Wednesday night. With the glistening perspiration all over, water bottle in one hand and whatever else in the other, songs playing into my ears, it took me slightly over 2 hours - reached home at 12++am. Was looking forward to the scent of jasmine throughout the run, for as it grew stronger, Little India was also getting within sniff. Though there were a few uber dark stretches, and my ughhh sucky knee, and running my last 5+km at tortoise pace - took close to an hour :x - I was probably better off walking, it was good.

I should do this more often, if not for the sake of the Stanchart marathon this year end.