A bus whizzes by as P and O walk through the overcrowded pavement to get to their usual restaurant. It is the last week of the semester with plenty of work due but neither of them feels like they are making progress. The meal is supposed to be a pick-me-up. P is saying to O, “God! The amount of work I need to do is almost biblical. I need to stay up all night to make a decent dent.” O replies, “It is 7, I have been doing shit since 9 this morning. After food, as soon as it