Hmmm. Well yesterday I got an ass-raping, and before all you boys widen your eyes, bear in mind that I did sit an exam yesterday and it probably relates to that.

Well, I thought I did pretty well. Powered through the short-answer questions, and had a damn good crack at the extended answer, only leaving out a little bit here and there. I thought I did pretty well, until I overheard the post-mortem from other students as I left. Ouch. And yes, these are people who study a hell of a lot more, are smarter and had a much better chance of getting it right. *sigh*
Anyway, I JUST WANT TO PASS IT!!!!! I don’t give a shit any more what grade it comes out as.. as long as it means I don’t have to do the fucker again.
So now I sit at 4am once more, Red Bull at my side, Ministry of Sound on my headphones playing some good techno / dance tunes to keep me buzzing, with Sarah and Ben asleep in the room next to me.

I’m a stressed out little biscuit (or should that be a twinky?) atm… I just want this exam to be over. I will probably undergo some wierd chemical imbalance once the stress has left me after the exam… I think adrenalin and stress toxins have been the only thing that have been keeping me going… the rest of my life is in absolute disarray but for some reason that doesn’t matter because all my mind can think about is how many hours there are left until I can walk out of the exam room. So I’m expecting a large chemical withdrawl after the exams, maybe a quick session of being crumpled in a heap as a blubbering mess that evening, shortly to recover and get out on the piss with my mates. I think I’m due for some Stonewall therapy.. so if any of you boys are going, let me know!

Changing down to 2nd, pedal to the metal, drop the clutch… and let’s go!