Saturday, 09:41 PM. I wanted to transcribe my International Law lectures last night but my spirit is weak. The world readily gives me dark chocolate on a regular basis but I haven't had the good fortune of running into it lately so I stole a white chocolate bar from my mother's stash. White chocolate is not chocolate, but my incurable sweet tooth enjoys everything. And by everything, I mean everything, including sweet and fatty triangles of death that are wrapped in foil and sold as chocolates (actually, they're just butter).
So, no International Law notes. I stayed in bed, ate "chocolates" and read until I fell asleep. I am a fat hog.
