hot cup of milk
headphones on with french pronunciation exercises playing on repeated mode.
It's better off alone now, and i can't wait to get over tomorrow, over french class, over the day.

When things get a little tad bit too boring, it makes it a truck big meaningless to pen down any.
Holy shit, buy me some candies.

For now, I need to rush for a hot bath, reply emails, get my work done, finish one chapter of my book, listen to Estelle and Kayne West's American Boy, take a breather and go to bed.

goodnight earthlings :)