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I smell a hiatus approaching
Oh god. I've just seen my timetable for the eight-week block (Perinatal & Women's Health) leading up to my exams. I am fucked. I am fucked SIDEWAYS. I will have NO FREE TIME AT ALL and will need to chain myself to the library every evening in order to not fail Barrier, and even then I think it's going to be touch and go. And my sleep patterns are going to be shot to hell because I have to do some 10pm-8am shifts in the delivery wards.
God, god, god, why did I think leaving all my study until two months before the exams was a good idea?
Had a brief panic earlier in the form of baking choc-honeycomb muffins and then devouring an unwise number of them. Now feeling less panicked, but honey-bloated.
Ooh! But! Mum and Lauren are coming to visit me for a weekend in August and Mum's bought us matinee tickets to West Side Story \o/ \o/ \o/ I am SO CHUFFED, I really wanted to see this production. Apparently it's phenomenal.
God, god, god, why did I think leaving all my study until two months before the exams was a good idea?
Had a brief panic earlier in the form of baking choc-honeycomb muffins and then devouring an unwise number of them. Now feeling less panicked, but honey-bloated.
Ooh! But! Mum and Lauren are coming to visit me for a weekend in August and Mum's bought us matinee tickets to West Side Story \o/ \o/ \o/ I am SO CHUFFED, I really wanted to see this production. Apparently it's phenomenal.
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