tapioca heaven

So today in the midst of my finals tribute misery, I couldn't stand it anymore. I was locked away in my prison cell of a room in front of the computer starring at the screen, thinking... where did I go wrong? Why did I plan to go to college? Is this what college is really about? I kept telling myself otherwise but when you can't seem to remember what is at the top of Maslow's Hierchy of Needs pyramid and all you can think of is "fatty foods" and you are a junior in college and have taken more than a handful of classes and in each and every damn one of them learned about Maslow's stupid pyramid... you know there is something wrong. So I decided to give myself a break and go for a bike ride. As I rode into Asian heaven on Irving and 25ish area I suddenly craved a tapioca drink. How stupid of me not to remember, there is a sweet cure for every dilemma. This was the best strawberry and banana tapioca drink I have ever had, really its the only one. But when the shit hits the fan, you really gotta get yourself one of those. So now I am back in my room, but I am ready to tear these finals apart. Self actualization, Mr. Maslow, can only come with a sweet taste of tapioca.