on the same old tune

Two down, two to go, blah blah blah. Amongst other tortures, I got to write a 2.5 page essay with many many diagrams on the transcriptional regulation of the lac operon in bacteria and another on the ventral and dorsal distinction in cortical processing of visual input and they really shouldn't have excited me as much as they did.

I think I could make a fortune selling eyelid glue to people who have to CRAM ALL NIGHT on account of their THREE EXAMS in the space of TWO DAYS.

I am fairly certain you are all heartily sick of my bitching and so I'll keep this short but OMG IF I DON'T GET TO WRITE SOMETHING SOON I WILL GO MAD. SOMETHING. ANYTHING.

Preferably the rest of the Big Damn Millific For Sophie, which, uh, yes, still sitting there. Reread the first half. Havva cookie. I promise I'll get onto it as soon as I am liberated.

( Actual cookie! )