We've all gone crazy. Joanne just walked into Geraldine's room (while I was here) and made a noise you'd normally expect to hear from a swamp - and has become the third person to be tucked up into Geraldine's bed in the last hour. Not all at separate times.
I am suffering from the two less useful symptoms of dysexecutive syndrome (see, I know something), namely catatonia (where you stare into space for hours at a time because you can't start doing anything) and distractibility, which pretty much does what it says on the tin: workworkworkwo...ooh, butterfly. INTERNET GAMES.
I am also the proud owner of a new toy - namely a baby tapir (google it) called Timmy. He has become our revision mascot, and spends pretty much all his time being cuddled by someone trying to cram - and having his nose used for eskimo kisses.
In conclusion, the exam term crazy has well and truly hit, but in about a week's time, we'll all have finished and we'll be sane again. Sort of.
In other news, we have it on good authority that Julia's laptop just exploded. Rather than embracing this with open arms (no laptop = no internet = no distraction. Ish), she has informed College. Who have bought her an emergency one. Reasons to be at Cambridge number 493.
Love,
Felicity xxx
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
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