My room smells popcorn.

There are thousands of water bottles and books surrounding my room. I have a key, but I don't have a car. I have a flash-light; however my world seems to be extremely dark. It is just a bad trip without an end. If I could choose one thing to believe, it would be miracles. They are harmless and just bring us good things. The next interview will be in a couple of days and I don't know who is going to substitute me. Hopefully, it is going to be someone more interesting than myself. I love this gloomy and sad weather by the way.