Eat Salt & Run
The stress is making everything I eat taste like sawdust. I also have an insane craving for salt. I wander around the kitchen about ten times a day looking for the saltiest thing possible. The only thing I like anymore is these Thai noodle soup packets, which, I noticed today, contain fully 44% of my daily allowance of sodium. Mmm... coronarilicious.
I've also been exercising like a fiend, not because I want to, but because I can hide from studying by pretending I'm doing something productive, like caring about my health. Clearly though, I do not care about my health, since I secretely wish I might suddenly be wiped from the earth within the next two weeks.
TWO WEEKS! AGGGHH!!!!!!
I'm not miscounting, I just dont count the 24th or 25th as viable days, because I assume I will be writhing on the floor sobbing incoherently about how I am doomed.
I've also been exercising like a fiend, not because I want to, but because I can hide from studying by pretending I'm doing something productive, like caring about my health. Clearly though, I do not care about my health, since I secretely wish I might suddenly be wiped from the earth within the next two weeks.
TWO WEEKS! AGGGHH!!!!!!
I'm not miscounting, I just dont count the 24th or 25th as viable days, because I assume I will be writhing on the floor sobbing incoherently about how I am doomed.
posted by feithline @ 6:23 PM
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