In the wee small hours of the morning...

Well, maybe it's not that late, but without the bit of sugar coated-candy and the diet Dr. Pepper that I just ingested, I'd be lagging as if it was. I am beat. It's been almost a full week of nothing but back-to-back studying and cramming. I know that in 12 hours, I will be free of zoology, and that thought fills me with more joy than anything. I think I'll crash in my room afterward, and then later on go on a walk and investigate the shops on Hillsborough street, maybe go see a movie and then pick up some chinese for dinner...mmmm. Then I'll crash again with a good movie, maybe The Mummy Returns or Van Helsing or National Treasure, which just translates to Oded Fehr, Richard Roxburgh, or Sean Bean. If you've been reading my blog for some time, you'd realize that the only reason I watch movies now is to see the bit of eye candy they have to offer, unless I just like the movie. Anyway, la pestra negra en the morning, and then freedom for a day!