I’m pretty good with money.
Granted, that blanket statement requires at least some level of qualification.
I’m usually pretty good with money, granted that nobody points me in the direction of cheap lab equipment or bulk order chocolate fingers.
So what I’m trying to say is that there’s no underlying constant which would explain why, when I calculated my expenses for the last few months, my shopping bills always seemed to be a tad high.
The revelation didn’t come in the form of a number highlighted on a spreadsheet but rather as a result of stretching my limbs one morning when stepping out of bed. This had the unfortunate result of knocking the precariously balanced books over which, in turn, knocked many more objects over in my hilariously tiny room.
It was this sudden rearrangement of my room that allowed me to truly perceive the number of half eaten apples, bananas and even a partially open lettuce from one night when I couldn’t stop making ham sandwiches. So each week, I’d get half way through eating some fruit, get distracted and leave it somewhere in my room. This process repeated and repeated until my fruit bills skyrocketed and my room resembled the discount corner of Tesco.
The fruits were all brown.
Why were they all brown?
Nowadays, being a student is synonymous with late nights and bleary eyed early mornings that are fuelled by a wide range of foods that have been processed to ensure that a minimal amount of effort is needed by the user in order to consume it. 
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