I need comfort food. Desperately. I need hot chocolate with mini marshmallows, and Cap'n Crunch, and Ramen (which I pronounce ram-ee-in), and chocolate, none of which my school's cafeteria has to offer.
Finals begin tomorrow, and all I can seem to find the motivation to do is cry about that fact. Finals terrify me; they are like a big scary monster hiding under my bed, and I'm not talking theoretically. Except that unlike a terrified five-year-old, I crave sleep, because at least in my dreams I'm not thinking about how badly I'm going to screw up that Biology 100 final (well, until I have that nightmare where my TA hands me a test covered in the blood of my Professor's pen with the number 52 circled in the top corner). Save me. Christmas break, please come faster.