Still high.

And if the BPPS girlfriends are right, it's all thanks to that lethal concoction of at most 5% coffee and everything else cough syrup called Mocha Tropicana that I tried at TCC yesterday.

Somehow it tasted alright last night. Other times I would definitely have ordered the barista to go run round his coffeehouse at least 300 times.

Universal truth: Great friends make ugly things pretty and poison ecstasy.

Good news is good and bad news is bad. Ok Idon'treallyknowwhatImeanhere but afterall what I only want to say is that whatever happens, friends can always help drive the blues away. Well I hope I did.

Anything to see that smile on my girlfriends' pretty faces; even better, hear that hysterical laughter exclusive to our meetups.

Laughter is good. Trains the abs ohyeah.

If you realise, the Mocha Tropicana effect hasn't really faded.
Seriously, what the cats&dogs was used to make that drink? I'm going to get the police to go raid that place for drugs. Later.

Ok bye.