Food, glorious food
It’s nearly 6 o’clock and I still haven’t had the chance to eat the sandwich I bought myself for lunch just before 1 o’clock. You’re probably thinking, “Kyle, why don’t you stop and eat your sandwich right now?” To which I’d reply, “I’m in the library; food and drinks aren’t allowed inside.” So take that Mr. Smarty-Pants! Just kidding, I’ll eat it on my way back to the flat, as long as it’s not pouring outside. There’s not much worse than a soggy sandwich.