Yet another lovely night.

You came home after spending 3.5 hours in the computer lab trying to figure out how to use the stupidest "most powerful" math program to solve a problem.

It's 9.30 pm.

You're already tired.

You called your mom at school (she's a principal), and for some idiotic reasons, she decided to talk to you in the cafeteria amongst 200,000 screaming kids.

"What? Oh that. Yeah I know. What? Huh? What did you say?! I can't hear you! Uh huh, uh huh. What?!"

Why did you even bother to return her call?

Then your idiotic friend called.

"Hi Snakehead. I was wondering if you're graph is right? You sure? Have you double checked it? Is that what other people got too? Who else did you double check with? What did that other girl got? And she got everything exactly the same as yours? Can you go ask the TA tomorrow if your graph looks right? They're allowed to tell you that. Yeah you should ask him just to make sure."

Why did you even bother to send her the results?

Then you called a friend who just recently broke up with his girlfriend, he's not there. Then you saw him online, and he's acting like a mother fucking asshole.

Why did you even bother to see how he's doing?

Then you went into the kitchen. Plates in the sink, liqours on the counter, everything is everywhere. Roommate's friends are here visiting.

You don't even have the space to make dinner.

What a lovely evening, isn't it?