Chocolate Twizzlers

Shalom, y'all. 

First and foremost, I am feeling fabulous. Baruch Hashem, yesterday I woke up feeling so much better than the past few days weeks. My throat was a little sore, but nothing that some tea wouldn't fix right up. 

That's not to say that I woke up and felt refreshed enough to go to class. No, I definitely skipped the first half-hour of class, but I was feeling fine. So, three cheers for being healthy. 

I have finally opened up the chocolate twizzlers that I've been hoarding for many months. Why? Because it's final season. And I do mean season. Not a week, not even two weeks. A full month of finals. 30 days of studying and tests and tears and little-to-no-sleep and many, many, many chocolate twizzlers. 

For Shabbos, I went to Ramois which my friend, Chana. She's getting married in two weeks. We have her Shabbos Kallah this week. 

Shabbos was very nice. My little cousins liked me somewhat. At least, the littlest one did. The other one just cried whenever I smiled at him. 

There was wonderful food, conversation, Torah, and sleep. The weather was gorgeous. I took a walk with the littlest cousin on Shabbos day. 

Then, on Sunday I went to get a coroina test, because all my friends were convinced that I had it. So I waited for two hours in the freezing cold to get a swab stuck so far up my nose that my eyeball felt sore. Sorry if that imagery is a little gross. Also, probably not scientifically possible. I never claimed to be smart. 

The reason I was waiting for 120 minutes was because, although the line was out the door, out the parking lot, out the sidewalk, and spilling onto the street, they had one, and I repeat ONE, person doing the tests. Like, who came up with that brilliant system? 

So, I finally got the ridiculous coroina test, which ended up being negative. I literally had every symptom of the Vy-rus, plus some other symptoms that are yet unknown to science. How do I not have it?? If there's no proof that there is a G-d, then this is it. Ladies and gents, this is the proof. 

So, I got negative, even though I was clearly positive. Honestly, doesn't even matter so much. I'm not going out because I'm just staying in and studying for ten hours a day. 

Yesterday, I went shopping for foody food, because for the last week or so, my meals have consisted of chocolate, plain cereal (I didn't have milk) and pasta, of which I have ten bags. And that is it. So I needed to go buy some sustenance (AKA, vestibules. Nechama and Bracha, you know what I'm talking about). 

So, I bought some chicken, fruits and veggies--mostly just sweet potatoes--and some other basic necessities. 

And then I sat down and studied for a good six hours. 

And then I did yoga with Shloims. We're getting so good at it. We can even pronounce the weird words that the yoga instructor makes up on the spot. There's no way that those are real words. No way. 

And now, I'm sitting and procrastinating my work. But now, thinking about the work that I am currently procrastinating, I'm getting stressed, and so I need to get chocolate twizzlers. But every time I eat them, I have fewer and fewer bags, which makes me more stressed because I can't buy them in Israel. And so I need to eat more because I'm stressed that I don't have enough. It's a very vicious cycle. 

Maybe this makes my stress-eating counterproductive, but stress-eating is already counterproductive, so now it's counterproductively counterproductive...so does that make it productive? Come on. Dwell on that one for awhile. 

Anywho, I'm sure your brains are all thanking me for making them work. My brain is not thanking me. Right now, it's just full of intro to computers. There is no more space in it for anything else at this moment in time. 

So, with that, I will say adios.

Toodles from Hoodles!