I will officially call myself rattamel because I live like a rat. Thanks to our kind professors, I've got two major huge haul ass assignments which I've basically farted and crap my way through it and yes the beloved finance exam.

Dinners are now like at 10pm , and I just munch down like ready made pasta loaded with preservatives and hydrogenated fat to tell myself that I need the energy. Lunch is basically me walking around my dining area, back to my study area back to the kitchen picking on food that are left open such as Bertolli nibbles :(  My life is utterly exciting. I think Ockley is zapping in my horrid energy, yes dog have a strong sense of energy....

Arghhh back to work .