Grad School Brings Out My Inner Gollum

I don't know about you guys, but here's the list of things I am capable of doing when I'm hungry: NOTHING. I'm fairly sure that Gollum/Smeagol is my spirit animal.

When my stomach starts growling right before my 6 pm class starts:





Then 15 minutes into class, my stomach wails:





And I answer questions and engage in discussion like a good student but on the inside I'm all:





Until I finally get home to a nice home-cooked bowl of cereal:




On the weekends, I'm Smeagol. The end.