I woke up to the smell and sound of eggs being fried in the kitchen. Despite having slept 8 hours (less than my usual amount on vacations), I guess it's a good practice to return my sleep schedule to normal human hours in time for my internship.

After running a few errands and washing up, I returned home to surf the Internet, procrastinate my internship paper due Monday, and read that Michael Jackson is died today (Farrah Fawcett did too, but she's apparently not as important to cover as the King of Pop. How tragic.). Cue the infinitesimal amounts of Facebook status updates raiding my news feed wall, all mourning for MJ.

I was able to read some more Kafka on the Shore . I should probably finish it soon. Sorry, Stan. Promise I'll finish it soon :)

With the death of the King of Pop, if you're bored, play this game. It'll lift your spirits up from his death (albeit out of season). It's called Winterbells. Pretty cute.


Off I go to Buffalo Wild Wings with the usual crew.
And continue not to think about the internship project I'm supposed to propose and submit...

Labels: hunger, michael jackson, procrastination

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