Yesterday was one of those dull days where I was forced to spend 5 hours at the dentist and as a result neglected to partake in any of my responsibilities or duties for the rest of the day. "Why did I not call the doctor?" "Shit, my room is still a mess, but why does it matter if it's messy another day." "I still owe that dude money." Basically the continuous circle of 30 questions you ask yourself when you are feeling apathetic. Decided to celebrate this uninspiring day with a fantastic bowl of chocolate ice cream, whole milk, maraschino cherries. The whole shabang.

I made too much ice cream and was exhausted from going over the list of 30 questions in my head. I also had to wake up to consider what I was going to do about those 30 questions. So I went to bed with the stupid, no longer desirable ice cream just laying there on my night stand. Alarm decides to wake me up at 7 Am and I violently attempt to turn it off. It retaliates by throwing the remaining bowl of brown sauce right back in my face.