Survival mode: it has come to this.

I'm sitting here, drinking some tea and writing a paper 

(tea + mug courtesy of my thoughtful sister-in-law). 

It's 3:50 in the morning.

Security just kicked me out of the school cafe.

The barista left Christmas music on after her departure.

I listened to the same nine tracks twenty-two times over.

I am now well versed for caroling this winter.