Intermission

whats one of the best things in life (on an ass-hot-as-hell day)?

lazing around, sippin on a miller's.
classic pixelated sprites of DOOM at the helm, interspersed with chitchatting and then some dead like me.
Theres one final paper but it feels like the end already. Well, it is in sight anyway, and the worst is over.

Dont remind me, i witnessed the LAMENTATIONS of men and the WEEPING of women back in the exam hall for chemistry. Sea of chem equations huh? More like bloody perfect storm of resonance and electron pushing

Well at least today's south asia paper was a hoot. mere vomiting of facts. I tried to input a joke even, if you could believe me. As Spencer had put it so well, South Asian modules are basically out to gain sympathy votes, making the papers easy as hell, while putting in as much (depressing, really!) video clips of the atrocities done against the untouchables, the myraid gender and caste inequalities, the lamentations of the women displaced by civil war, the men weeping for their fates within the karmic wheel, all in an effort to mask the fact that the lectures are really, desperately boring, and worthless in any case. I attended not one full lecture, and the readings are still alien to me. Tip: Wiki and google are your best friends. Especially when it comes to essays. Grin.

Second bottle. Muscle relaxant.
It is really pleasant stuff, with a very good dry, nutty flavour with light froth, and a light nice colour. It is almost at room temoerature. Reflection shows that the world cannot be all that bad when there are such pleasures in it.
My brain tells me that the world might end in 5 days for me
Oh, is it so?
Quite sure, it is statistics after all.
Third bottle. Corona this time, im out of miller's. Muscle relaxant.
Curiously i ask, will i see the weeping and hear the lamentations again?
Ah, you can opt to block it out, you know, says my brain.
True, true.
Panic?
Not suprised, my brain replies.
So what now?
Well, what do you want to do?
Erm, i do deserve a break, after all this ruckus, no?
Go ahead then, brain replies.
The beer's taking effect. Muscle relaxant indeed. Incidently, did you know that the yeast they use for brewing beer is called Sacromyeces Carlsbergenesis? I didnt. It is a revelation. The god of the worldly alcohol happens to be a microscopic eucaryote, the one whose cousins infest so many vaginal linings, giving a lovely itchy case of thrush-like symptoms to the fortunate female. Interesting aint it?
Corona happens to be a 'lady's drink', and coupled with a slice of lemon, is just heavenly. Unfortunately i happen not to have any lemon slices, so its merely pleasant.
Muscle relaxant. Good.

I wonder and ponder upon the distant peaks of calculus and statistics.

This post required over an hour to write.
This is yc, one of the last few survivors (barely) of the chemistry exam massacre, signing off.