The truth of the matter

Cup of hot tea-Milo by my right arm. This time it's white inside and fleshy pink on the outside like a grapefruit colour.

Walking back to the room to decidedly mentally grill myself whole day on the desk. DDS book still unopened, sandwiched past years peeking out the sides. Lovely green egg shaker mocking me. Shower not taken yet. Bleh.

Piece of yellow PostIt on the calender in front screaming to get my ass on it. PharmCare haven't finished reading through and haven't touched CPP. Aih.

The truth of the matter is that my bed gets extra comfortable when I wake up in the mornings. So much so that I don't wanna get out of bed! Nooo!

Hear this song. I wish my mind was this everyday: