I think it’s best to get used to late nights at the desk at Hyper island. Presentation time tomorrow and I’m the only one from the group who’s still here (as usual). I’m a perfectionist but I hate stress. Not a good combo. And now I’m chewing a spearmint gum so I don’t have to open the hatch, go down the stairs and brush my teeth when I’m coming home to Stefan. I don’t think the gum’s gona make my hamburger breath go away.
