It is, I repeat, not fun to be sick during the exam period. Not fun. Not fun at all. My brain's tuning out as I type this in a feeble attempt to get thoughts going, but it is as if there were some massive traffic jam (its more of a mental image of thoughts drowning in strawberry jam. Bloody jam, like they curse. Okay, anyway.) with cars running about in a hulabaloo on the jarring race route of my mind. And all the grey matter.

But in any case after sleeping at 2200, waking at 2300, sleeping at 0000, waking up at 0100, sleeping at 0245 waking up at 0330, I pretty much gave up on the attempts to sleep. Though seemingly small, this little decision made the rest for me; no studying, no walking in straight lines tomorrow. It was like my brain sneering, "You've screwed us up now we don't work anymore. Now's payback time you idiot!"

While I whittle away in the depths of my doom, here's to the lot of you who're furiously mugging away; All the best for the exams. Take care of your brains, or they'll retaliate. Seriously.

Goodnight, goodnight - Maroon 5



You left me hanging from a thread
We once swung from together
I lick my wounds
But I can't ever see them getting better
Some thing's gotta change
Things cannot stay the same

I'm sorry
I did not mean to hurt my little girl
It's beyond me
I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world
So goodnight, goodnight,
Hope that things work out all right.

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