it's 2 in the morning, i'm staring at my genetic notes and the horrible droning voice of prof jayaseelan is coming back to me and dragging me towards the wonderful land of sleep. soon i will be dreaming of cheesecake and other Happy Things, and life will be good again.
in the meantime, sheer boredom has driven me to do unimaginably stupid things! i've braved 2 flights of stairs in pitch darkness, traipsed down to the dining room, and uncovered a few boxes of little Happy Things. the temptation was great, but i stopped myself from cleaning them out entirely. and i even have photos to prove it:
Remaining Survivors Of The Dried Cuttlefish
Enemy Of The Spoken Voice!
Funny Looking Fan-Shaped Loveletters
i can't believe nobody told me about them earlier!
My Little Sister's Supreme Chocolate Fudge Brownies
food tastes even better when it doesn't belong to you!
in the midst of taking those photos, i discovered, apart from my extreme retardedness, just how quickly ants gather at the smell of food. i've concluded that their food radar is unimaginably finely tuned. i should take lessons! also, i now come to realise why my mom always knows when i've been "ratting" away at the table. it's the damn ants! once i find my little personal colony of telltales, i shall eliminate them in one swift spray of insecticide. they have been warned!
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