Tiring, yet very pleasing. 51 days till summer vacation. Eat and die. Let me give an example. I've got rice.
Rice is always the best.
And I want to eat the best one last. But I don't know which one's the last one, because they're both so good, and I can't decide. It's so damn frustrating. Even though in that kind of example, the rice always wins. We went somewhere, and I sat in the car for about an hour.