Thursday is the new Wednesday


Wednesday has always been, in my opinion, the worst day of the week – until now. Today (a Thursday) was long and stressful, to say the least. I hate any variant of the Socratic Method: at 8:30 AM, when my entire being is just beginning to wake up, I see no need for me to be called on to recite the facts of R v Clarke. What purpose does that serve, except to add unnecessary stress to my already ridiculous life? But anyway, that’s over with, I’m lying in bed with a bag of sweet & salty Smartfood popcorn all to myself, and TSwift is on repeat.

Still, it was just one of those days, and I’m missing home more than ever. I miss my little bug, I miss Thomas Haas (even though I just received a package from my mother containing, among other things, a bag of chocolate sparkles), and I miss spicy hot pot.




Also, my breakfasts these days consist of banana nut Cheerios & skim milk eaten in five minutes flat, so it’s safe to say that I’m missing a relaxed Café Medina morning with a waffle & raspberry caramel terribly.


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