PASTA ALIGNMENT

nobody: (・_・;)
me, landing in berkeley at 2am: “perfect. aperitivo?” 🤌🍹(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
sun: rises immediately ☀️(ಠ_ಠ)
body clock: “it is 11am in roma. deploy carbonara.” 🍝🚨(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
lab: “why are you screaming at the whiteboard” (◎_◎;)
me: “the p(doom) is pasta-dependent” 🤌🤖🍝
jet lag: 9 hours
italian brain: 9 espresso ☕☕☕(☉_☉)
berkeley pigeons: “caw” 🐦
me: “finally, a roman coworker” (ಥ﹏ಥ)🤌