So, four months after she ripped my heart out, stomped all over it, and left for Sydney, my favourite-est lump of turd magically appeared at my dorm on a bleary, material-science-battling Wednesday. AND brought with her Krispy Kremes, which is more the point of this entry than anything else. Unfortunately, I devoured it before it even registered in my brain to take a picture of it. But, as Sem has proved the last time she came back from Melbourne, Krispy Kreme, cold from the fridge where it has been sitting for a week, trumps all the donuts you nitwits spend your entire youth queueing for.

Blacks also brought me Cadbury hot chocolate powder, which became my best friend that night after the roomie fell asleep and I was left alone with William D. Callister and his hopelessly monotonous textbook. So, I love you Blackie!

Wednesday. Wednesday, I get my life back. Wednesday, the sun comes out again. Wednesday.