Architecture School is demanding no matter where. I did not have time for this. But being the empirical being that I prided myself in being, the test had to happen. I had a feeling my mushrooms in honey that I had been storing in the fridge for a couple of months had expired. No base for this whatsoever. Regardless the mushrooms needed to be tested. Tonight.
Nothing bad could happen. After all, duh! they were expired.
What you are about to see is the result of me coping for the rest of the night. Thank you black-light. Thank you neon paint. Thank you plastic flute. And sorry, drake dorm dorm-mate.