people are you ready? let's start the show

eleven fourteen p.m on a thursday night.

i've a cookie in my pocket [pocket food, anyone?], a mug of tea cooling to drinking temperature, lyrics born on the speakers and my meagre buddhism notes spread around me. my exam is in just over nine hours.

i can't even be bothered to care. instead i'm thinking about what i'll do with my afternoon, the party on saturday, and how much i want to dance.

let's start the show indeed.