I’ve made a rather irritating discovery in the last few days.

Falling out of love with someone is ten times more annoying than falling in love.

Everything the former object of your affections says or does makes you want to throw up.

Not to mention that dreadful realization of not being as smart as you think you are.

Apart from that I have my only real exam tomorrow, TWO classes and a presentation.

SO MUCH WORK . If every year was like fifth year, I may have even liked NALSAR a teensy bit, who knows?

And then I get to eat maangsho bhaat with my homeland peoples.

Maangsho Bhaat (Mutton Curry and Rice)

And then I’m going to sleep like a hibernating beaver.

There’s a Calvin & Hobbes for everything!