Pogh

The sound that the Moro bar is bound to make if you microwave it wrapped. I relate to that Moro bar more than anything/anyone right now. I have two finals tomorrow, the inhumane hours of head-cramming all week are taking weight now, percipitating in the corner of my head. Then suddenly, BAM! I can't take it anymore. It's 10 pm, and I still haven't started on the 2nd final material. Point is, I don't care anymore.

I texted three people six times. The subjects included stalking, piňatas, smiling, Booing and blog titles.

One hour ago, I took a 5 minute break, 5 minutes Einstein style, which evolved into my having a second lunch which comprised of the following:
Half-melted Half-Incinerated Moro bar that smelled like a cigar that had been marinated in mustard. Yeah.
Pepper.
Two cold hard boiled eggs out of an old pringles can in the fridge.
And as usual, I drank two coffees, two mugs of tea and apple juice.
Weird thing is, I wasn't even hungry :)