Screaming At Rice

We often reach those breaking points after enduring periods of temporary insanity.  The past week has been one of those such cases.

With two (large) tests in one week and one coming up tomorrow (yes, tomorrow, as in less than 8 hours away...Eight. Hours. Away.) my body starts to rebel against any current stress.

Oh, you have a chapter to read?  Hey, let's make your face break out.  That way, you can't go hang out with anyone, or shouldn't.

You want to relax by going to the gym?  Hold on, I'm gonna make you sick while you're there (I can't believe you went there anyway, Rudolph)

You have no time for meals!  Frosting for lunch, pop-tarts for dinner, and...McDonald's, you need McDonald's right now.  It's 2:30am?  Even better.

Forget sleeping, sleeping is for the living.  You've crossed into a new realm sir.

Honestly, I'm a little fed up with it.  Thankfully my face decided to calm down after I took my final for one class two days ago but I don't think the sleep will come until the one tomorrow is over.

So in the meantime, I stay up to ungodly hours eating the equivalent of obesity on a plate while being in a state of undress.

I decided momentarily to try and eat real food for the first time in 40 hours and cook.

I reach for the rice, my grip falters, and like an utterly dramatic movie it falls in slow motion to the floor with a crash.  Rice, rice everywhere.  Flying through the air like some tragic accident, there's even screaming.

From me.  I'M YELLING AT THE RICE.  I've come to that aforementioned breaking point and my mind is bouncing around and getting lost in cracks like the rice on the floor.

"AH, WHY RICE!?  WHY?!" the words flying from my mouth.

I stare at the pieces on the floor, grudgingly find the broom, and begin to pick my thoughts off the floor.  Each sweep and some of these distractions make their way into the garbage.

I'm distracted, even the universe is trying to thwart me.