Pizza hearts

"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going."

I pretty much milked every ounce of energy in my tired body for whatever it's worth. Work's a killer (like it has always been), and this huge bout of killer headache just had to hit me during dinner with my JC friends. How appropriate. Ducky'd rather spend her mealtime observing the indian exchange students horsing around in the restaurant than to pay attention to her black pepper spagetti, while I was lamenting about how people have NEVER initiated to give me a massage. Apparently, I had always been the one to give people massages whenever they feel bogged down by schoolwork and stuff. Oh well, it seldom pays to be kind. And CT was conscientious enough to compile her precious photos into an album. I probably wouldn't have half the amount of patience. Dessert was a sinful reward for half a week's worth of heard work slogging my guts out in the office, although I would have felt much better if they had fruits instead.Then I probably wouldn't feel as guilty as I'm feeling now.