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Insanity
Monday, November 5, 20121:28 PM

I woke up at 8 in the morning to the sound of drilling upstairs. It was so noisy that I felt like they were drilling my brain instead. I'm no morning person so I tend to be a little blur and I would stone the whole morning. Some even thought I might have smoke weed since I am always stoning in the morning. No matter how loud I turn on my music, it doesn't seems to cover up the drilling upstairs. Someone, shoot me now!

The weather has been pretty nice to sleep in lately, which makes me even more lazy than a pig. I barely eat nor have I been going out.
Having to think of the 7 papers this month is just madness. My brain is all squashy. If only I could blend all my books and drink it, wouldn't that be wonderful?

In this cold weather makes me crave for Tteokbokki.