Sphygmomanometer.

I'm confused.
But then again, everyone's confused. About a lot of things.

Why do they need to make the Math papers so unaccomplishable?
Why does the key hole at the staff room have currents running through?
Why did I have a crush on a 17 year old when I was four?
Why does everyone like chocolate?
Why must they give such a long name for something so common, like a sphygmomanometer?
Why does Cassandra always think I'm in denial?
Why does everyone want to fall in love?

I had wanted to start a debate on love, but I've changed my mind.
I have too many things to do.
Love exists, yes. But I don't find it particularly appealing.

For now.
Hmm. My tongue longs for something whole grain.