Gum for Dinner

You know what happens when I don't get enough sleep?
I forget things.
I forget to bring things I need (like my law notes and a charger that I still haven't returned to Dy after borrowing it almost three weeks ago, oops).
I forget to bring money.

I rushed out of my house this morning because it was so difficult to apply eyeliner while in a half-comatose state, and I still needed to print my lecture notes.
And when I reached school 15 minutes before the lecture (this is really late for me), I realised that I didn't have any cash with me.
Well, crap.

Which is why I'm currently grumpily sitting at a bench in school hacking away at my article (or at least trying) and doing my best not to think about food.
It's difficult when the only place that's both quiet (somewhat) and has access to a power plug is directly opposite the on-campus McDonalds.
And there's a group of guys chowing down on their burgers and drinks.

No.
I am not hungry.
NOT. HUNGRY.
And I shall keep repeating this to myself as I work on my article (about the recent Navy@Vivo, whoo!) and try to convince myself that chewing gum can indeed count as eating dinner.

Gonna hold out for as long as I can before I cave and head to Cheers to get some dinner.
I'm not going now because I've got my bag and laptop with me, and it's rather awkward (or nearly impossible) to juggle so many things at once and not drop something.
At least, it will be if I'm trying to avoid another Nat moment.
But I'm hungryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

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