I bought a particular mix of tea leaves known as “Red Morning” from Melbourne when I visited last year. I bought it because it had a stronger kick than English Breakfast, and me not being a morning person meant that I really needed that extra kick.
The irony of it is that I’m sipping a cup past midnight. Perhaps, it’s still considered as morning.
Readings never ever seem to finish ughhhhh ): And my blood almost freezes during contract II classes. It almost feels as though it’s three hours with your life on the line. I’ve never been so stressed out for any classes in my entire life.
Still trying to remind myself to count my blessings.
I SHALL PRESS ON >]