My brain threatened to leave me for chocolates
Weird entry title, I know. But under current circumstances, I’m willing to oblige as well. I had always known research would be hell, but never had I thought it’d be hell on earth cometh early.
The co-supervisor I’m about to elect? Apparently he’s retiring in two weeks. I. Feel. So… Mad. Since "mad" has two definitions I use both of them on this same context at the same time.
All I can think about is….
Chocolates.
Mmmmmmmm….
Brain: That’s IT! I’m leaving. You’re no good to me!
Me: Durrrrr……
Brain: Chocolate!!! Wait for meeeeee~~!
Me: Durrrr…..
