studying for finals. or, what i like to think of as: considering the many ways in which you are ultimately FUCKED.

anyway, i'm taking a short break from such pleasant thoughts for a midnight snack (and to blog, of course). now normally, i wouldn't eat past eleven because it's bad for your metabolism (i learned this from "i love trouble") but i'm so hungry that i'm getting a headache from it and it's interfering with my studying ability. looking at the ketchup bottle now, i remember one time when i was so out of it that i almost poured ketchup into my glass and drank it. as the snickers ads put it - another side effect of hunger.

ahh...done with my corndog. i feel much better. now to have a nice, refreshing glass of water. not ketchup, water.