The smell of a perfectly handcrafted Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks stings her nose as she sits in her night class learning about nutritional needs for the body. A throbbing headache has been consuming her head all day. Last night she nodded off at 12:00am on the couch beside her boyfriend after gargling down 2 glasses of Screwdrivers she made herself when her boyfriend’s colleagues came over for dinner. He made Spicy Korean Tofu Soup for her because she craved for it and he wanted to make it for her. After dinner, they bundled under the fluffy red blanket on the couch and she drifted into a slumber after the first 10 minutes of The Transcendence. The potent Screwdrivers and the 2 glasses of nectarous white wine doubtlessly contributed to her pounding head the next morning. She decided to start an online journal in her routine night class, not merely because the class was dreadfully monotonous, but because she has many thoughts in her head that she longed to express.