butter cookies

I kept eating and eating. Probably butchered the whole tin of Danish cookies in as I spaced out in front of the computer for half the afternoon. Earlier in the afternoon, I had rapid and frenzied email exchanges with my internship manager, research supervisor and Engineering Graduate Studies coordinator. Confirmed an internship in Singapore which is just walking distance from my house. Decided on a project title. Back in the running for a sponsorship. Everything just fell into place. How I ended up with a tin of butter cookies doesn't seem so hard to understand now, right?

"she walked in to find the remains of the Butters."-cj

"a smoking gun isn't enough to incriminate me!". I defended.