Roxana-Mălina Chirilă

justin biebeer

Coffee, milk and whipped cream

It’s what I need after last night. It’s not that I went to bed at 2 AM after playing around with tanks in one of the most memory-greedy games on my computer (I suspect with every update it leaves stuff it doesn’t need anymore lying about). It’s not that I looked at all the courses I’ve abandoned on Coursera and got a headache. No. It’s the fact that I had a nightmare.