doing up a food list for an upcoming barbeque at 1 am in the morning is like putting a basket of bananas front of a caged-up monkey. the satays, stingrays, buffalo wings are teasing my stomach. and my vivid imagination is arousing my taste buds and salivary glands. oh my, i feel so tortured.

i spent the entire day catching up sleep and packing my room, and ended up at least 50 dollars richer. there're foreign coins and notes everywhere. it isnt surprising considering how often i travel and how i never bother to keep them away properly. there's a awful load to discard and give away. if you've siblings or kids who like sesame streets still, please let me know. a blue cookie monster who eats a few extra cookies wont teach your kids to binge. and please, ernie and bert are nothing more than best friends. i grew up on those books fine. and i am still straight and, okay, just.. maybe i eat a bit too much. but it has nothing to do with cookie monster i swear!