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Q has redeemed herself by telling me not to do the washing up because I still have exams. Aw.
I am ploughing like a mad thing through my six pages of revision questions (and by six pages I mean six pages, with over 50 questions per page) and am ignoring the fact that I forget everything ten minutes after I've written it down. RUBROSPINAL TRACT. DYNAMIC GAMMA NEURONS. THE MONOSYNAPTIC STRETCH REFLEX. ETC.
However, my neck-shoulders-upper back area has turned into one solid knot (where's
_leareth when you need her?) and I am teetering on the brink of academia-induced madness, so I think I'm going to go for a walk and clear the cobwebs out of my head.
(Speaking of: Charlotte's Web trailer, which manages to neatly ignore, you know, the entire plot, in favour of flatulence jokes. Dakota Fanning looks like a tolerable Fern, but I am going to be hearing Charlotte's voice and just thinking 'Julia Roberts! Julia Roberts! Julia Roberts!')
I am ploughing like a mad thing through my six pages of revision questions (and by six pages I mean six pages, with over 50 questions per page) and am ignoring the fact that I forget everything ten minutes after I've written it down. RUBROSPINAL TRACT. DYNAMIC GAMMA NEURONS. THE MONOSYNAPTIC STRETCH REFLEX. ETC.
However, my neck-shoulders-upper back area has turned into one solid knot (where's
(Speaking of: Charlotte's Web trailer, which manages to neatly ignore, you know, the entire plot, in favour of flatulence jokes. Dakota Fanning looks like a tolerable Fern, but I am going to be hearing Charlotte's voice and just thinking 'Julia Roberts! Julia Roberts! Julia Roberts!')

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And now: I return to the studying. Le sigh. Go to bed and get better, my dear.
*shooes you away*
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