In the past thirty-six hours, I have made seventeen cups of tea.
I have also developed a head cold, which I am using as my excuse to make more tea so my parents don’t think I’m insane.
I’m not insane. Just nervous for tomorrow.
Holy shit you guys I really, really, really just don’t want fucking cancer.
So I am making tea until I can make tea no more, which is about midnight, which is also when I can’t eat anymore.
I don’t stress eat. I make tea.