It’s a Don’t

When you come home late from a party (ok, but towards the end a bit depressing, as per usual) and crave some Coke and dark chocolate – don’t. Just don’t. Having had mere five hours of the most fidgety sleep ever I really don’t feel equipped to deal with my neighbour’s loud metal music habit at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning. And there’s no knowing whether it will ever stop. Oh how I hate him hatehimhatehim. And the thought that I should get some work done but can’t, what with being tired and terrorised in my own home.


Howl at the moon

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