On the positive side, today was great. I had friends over stealing my electricity and over forty Facebook posts acknowledging my mother’s pain seventeen years ago. I lost dignity for being the only one for finding my ‘maths tattoo’ funny but regained it by distributing chocolate to peers and people I bump into in an act of kindness crossbred with a Dairy Milk overdose. Over all, I’m content and will hold the motto ‘revision will start tomorrow’.
Good morrow.