Without warning.

The heavy pour was as quick as lightning. I flew out from my room and as soon as I reached the stairs and peeped out into my lines of clothes I decided not to salvage. Grrrr. Another time. I finally ate the mooncake and whitish childhood flaky biscuit that went with it. It didn't taste like crockroach as I presumed. I somehow liked it this time, the white piece. No postprandial glucose test for me. I am eating 5 bowls of rice as my breakfast. Rumors about mooncake and rice equality. At this point I hope it remains a myth. From me to my roommate, thank you lovely. (: