Hav(a) Piece of Toast

It's beginning to look increasingly unlikely that I'll ever get around to that cool blog post I mentioned like a week ago.

That's pretty much all I wanted to say. I'm back here just reaffirming the fact that the number of times I post a day increases exponentially during exam period.

Class party tomorrow! I'm going to hit up Woolworths soon and get something chocolatey and cookalicious to bring. Because I'm too lazy/have no time to bake. I studied all day today after my injurious run this morning. I'm going to do today's lectures tonight. It's disgusting. Old Junaberry would be disgusted with this behaviour (literally, studying all day) as she is a great advocate for nighttime relaxation after a day of study. Not an option right now. I'm 80% of the way to panic zone.

That being said, I also wasted a lot of time thinking about R. And thinking about what I'm going to buy for tomorrow's class party. And eating toast. I had three pieces of toast today. Is that too much? I just love toast and bread a lot. I don't think anyone will ever be able to meet my passion for carbohydrates. I literally have dreams about them.

Speaking of dreams, I had a dream the other night that involved me marrying a Jewish man. We danced to Hava Nagila and there were bagels. I also had to take Hebrew lessons before the wedding. It was worth it. At the end, all of my new Jewish family members gave me a big hug and it was exquisite. What the fuck is wrong with me?

J