I've got a packet of E-mergen-C sitting beside me on the desk. (I think I have one in my backpack too, for, as you may have guessed, an emergency). I'm trying to decide if I want to live another day with its acerbic residue in my mouth. It says, "The champagne of nutritional drinks." That's because it fizzes like Alka Seltzer so you don't have to stir. Just drink. As fast as you can. Try not to let it touch the tongue on the way down. Yeah, just toss it all the way back to that throat wall, the one responsible for the remedial need.

I would write more about the activity of my days but it's just a repetition of

Horrible moment of waking
Oppressive cold beyond the sheets
Study or workout
Study anyway
Class
Work
Food, alone or not
Free time
Bed at a painfully late and cold hour

That's what it looks like in theory. All of that study time is usually shared with food or abandoned altogether for email and internet activities. Shame. Shame.