My midterm exam and all its accompanying hysteria (literally I've had nightmares and panic attacks about it) are over. I survived, and possibly, I even did well.
Now all I can think about is eating a tub of vanilla frosting in its entirety. Though I'd also settle for like, a cupcake tree. Or several hundred caramels. Anything dessert really.
Dan introduced me to the world of Igor Bars the other night (only imaginatively - I have not yet experienced the glory)... I haven't stopped thinking about audacious decadence of the ultra-sweet variety since.
I'm going to the library now before my thoughts somehow manifest themselves as fat deposits.
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