It's All the Same To Me

Listening to Anya Marina when cramming for my Islam exam--not the most fun thing.

Doing it while hopped up on three cups of coffee, a full serving of mejadarra (that I will be eating for the rest of my life...) and the burning, passionate hope that the taxi that's supposed to come at 5 am on the 18th will come and I won't be stuck in the country for the rest of december--even less so.

And I haven't slept :D