It's too dark in the kitchen, how can I get my coffee?

I didn't go home this weekend. I usually go home every weekend. This feels quasi-strange.

Apparently, the landlady wants a very dark kitchen. I can't get my coffee from the fridge, it's too dark. I don't want to walk into a dark kitchen; this looks like a scene from some cheesy 80s slasher film. I digress. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

Here's a nervous hihi just to make things happy again: hihi hihi.

The light switch is far from the door (it's on the other side of the kitchen). Yes, we have a dilemma here. Oh.

But my mom said that I should stop drinking coffee.

Mom wins.

Bye. I'm still doing my 160 paper. This is fun. Seriously, it is.

My eyebags are very happy. Here are some of the things that will make them even more excited/fat:
* BroadJourn Midterms - please, please, please let me survive this.
* 160 & 197 - enough said.
* self-realizations c/o certain elective
* conceptualization for my short story : )
* I shall make an announcement this February. Yes. Throw in the S; there might be more than one. God is good.

Cheers! : )